Luyện nghe bài hát Champions

We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be
We the champions, we the champions, we the
Doin what said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done

(X1)
We bringin it home, playin Shaq and Kob'
to blow, trees lit, glass of mo
Various styles, like Darius Miles
it down, the game got me leery to smile
Movin too slow, gettin tired, up the flow
go, two bricks to get in the goal
Pushin weight, front line like Michigan State
Jail board, punk players bumps on their face
The strong survive, shorty want to in the ride
Lovin my life, that's why I gotta spit it mics
Halftime, smoke break, I need somethin to
Game over, goin home losers tonight

(Fredro Starr)
Call me the first draft pick of rap shit
Runnin the block like a runnin duckin from d's
Get knocked on the fifty yard line with time
Side lines flooded drops, cops is the ref
New York is like a contact sport, we play to the
Money to floss, hos off a nigga cost
Only rollin with the winners, not the that lost
The game is wild, I'm like Ray on trial
Flagrant fouls, hit techs in the fort down
Connects get intercept for their coke in the first
Be the game most thug, rhyme on thug
Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast

(Sticky Fingaz)
It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me you heard me
My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black
pads, face masks and no mercy
Cooler of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty
I'm a sore loser, up, learn to win
If a clip hold a hundred I'll put a and ten
The game face bald head niggaz done it
Celebratin, pictures out in front of the benz
And still we remain the
In dirty escalades, tinted up with fancy
And still we do the that can't be done
Every word come out my mouth is an anthem