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onyx – champions

Dalszöveg és fordítás: onyx - champions Az alábbiakban egymás mellett láthatod a dalszöveget és a fordítást. Oldalunkon még több dalszöveg és fordítás ettől az előadótól: onyx Nézd meg az archívumot és a többi dalszöveget is. Kattints onyx] előadó nevének o kezdőbetűjére és keress még több dalt tőle: onyx. Az archívumban olyan dalokat találsz, mint a/az champions.

EREDETI

[Chorus]

We the champions, we the champions, we the champions

Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done

We the champions, we the champions, we the champions

Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done

(X1)

We bringin it home, playin like Shaq and Kob'

Cash to blow, trees lit, glass of mo

Various styles, crossin like Darius Miles

Lockin it down, the game got me leery to smile

Movin too slow, gettin tired, pick up the flow

Passin go, two bricks to get in the goal

Pushin that weight, front line like Michigan State

Jail board, punk players gettin bumps on their face

The strong survive, shorty wanna jump in the ride

Lovin my life, that's why I gotta spit it through mics

Halftime, smoke break, I need somethin to light

Game over, niggas goin home losers tonight

[Chorus]

(Fredro Starr)

Call me the first draft pick of this rap shit

Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin from d's

Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard time

Side lines flooded with drops, cops is the ref

New York is like a contact sport, we play to the death

Money to floss, hoes play off a nigga cost

Only rollin with the winners, not the team that lost

The game is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on trial

Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the fort down

Connects get intercept for their coke in the first round

Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on thug

Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast champs

[Chorus]

(Sticky Fingaz)

It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me

My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys

Bulletproof pads, face masks and no mercy

Cooler full of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty

I'm a sore loser, toughened up, learn to win

If a clip hold a hundred I'll put a hundred and ten

The game face bald head niggas done it again

Celebratin, takin pictures out in front of the benz

And still we remain the champions

In dirty escalades, tinted up with fancy rims

And still we do the shit that can't be done

Every word that come out my mouth is an anthem

[Chorus]

FORDÍTÁS

[Kórus]

Mi vagyunk a bajnokok, mi vagyunk a bajnokok, mi vagyunk a bajnokok...

Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done

We the champions, we the champions, we the champions

Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done

(X1)

We bringin it home, playin like Shaq and Kob'

Cash to blow, trees lit, glass of mo

Various styles, crossin like Darius Miles

Lockin it down, the game got me leery to smile

Movin too slow, gettin tired, pick up the flow

Passin go, two bricks to get in the goal

Pushin that weight, front line like Michigan State

Jail board, punk játékosok kapnak ütéseket az arcukra

The strong survive, shorty wanna jump in the ride

Lovin my life, that's why I gotta spit it through mics

Félidő, füstszünet, kell valami, amit meggyújthatok

Game over, niggas goin home losers tonight

[Kórus]

(Fredro Starr)

Call me the first draft pick of this rap shit

Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin from d's

Get knocked on the ötven yard line with hard time

Side lines flooded with drops, cops is the ref

New York olyan, mint egy kontakt sport, halálra játszunk

Money to floss, hoes play off a nigga cost

Only rollin with the winners, not the team that lost

The game is wild, I'm like Ray Louis on trial

Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the fort down

Connects get intercept for their coke in the first round

Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on thug

Blowin ya amps, Onyx is the Eastcoast champs

[Kórus]

(Sticky Fingaz)

It's Sticky Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me

My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys

Bulletproof pads, face maszkok és nincs kegyelem.

Cooler tele hennyvel és sprite-tal, ha szomjas vagyok.

Én egy fájó vesztes vagyok, megkeményedve, megtanulok nyerni.

Ha egy tárban százan vannak, akkor száztizenötöt teszek bele

A játékarcú kopasz niggerek megint megcsinálták.

Ünneplés, fotózkodás a benz előtt

And still we remain the champions

A koszos escalade-ekben, a flancos felniken, a színezett felniken

És még mindig csináljuk azt a szart, amit nem lehet megcsinálni.

Every word that come out my mouth is an anthem

[Chorus]

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