Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

Back up on dat ass, to put rappers on one knee
Like they 'bout to run a 100 meter
Bow to greatness, before I get pissed and
Run up in the stands like the Pacers

all my bases, straight, no chasers
Diamonds on my chain look like my full of glaciers
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts
"Where da go?"

I been scourin' da earth, my fans
Catch da holy ghost at my shows ya grandma at church
And the fat singin', it's ova for you rappers
Can't none of y'all bust, you're sacs full of semen

And I got da women screamin', they could my balls
On any given Sunday like my name's Willy
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks loyal to his ass
Then a motherfuckin' fool

Got on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is
Bitch please, you wit some real O.G's
Wit million dolla whips dat I from overseas

Got a pocket of G'z, and the inconvenient truth
Is that the ozone is bad cuz I been all da trees
The globe is warmin' up when we up the blunt
And put it in the air Evil Knievel stunts

you want from me? I got pistols for da haters
Ya fam will be in black like they was for da Raiders
And ya music favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back
Like when you go and somethin' from ya neighbors

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope of salt
The name of my car insurance is yo fuckin
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll up my boys
And you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga

(Champ you got it, on movin
aint got nuttin on ya, watch for the sneak dissin
These boysll smile in your face and stab you right in the
Breathe, some water, this is money in the bank)

(They themselves champ, you know what you can do
You Luda, you good, lets go!
Cmon baby, work and dedication
You know what it is man, fightin!)

Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in rappers' coffins
I got the hammer in my
Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay than
A fresh batch of home-made biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a casket
Luda leaves the trouters out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
The mouth of the South gangsta grillz you bastards

The traveler, and I may not be much to you
But I'm the shit out in
So put ya fist up, even the of liberty lit a flame
For the way I lit my wrist up

You can't compete wit me, I got 'em
I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me
And I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown
And Whitney Houston become

I'm the baddest mother shut it like was
rappers wit headaches like bad drugs
They shoulda ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh
just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya

So call the coroner, I'll show up to yo wit some gators
Like I'm fresh Florida
Call me the swamp thing, headed in the wrong direction
Like you hit the subway and the wrong train

So don't fuck wit it, I'm lyrical bullets right at ya dome
Fuck niggaz betta duck wit it, or else you wit it
You'll get stalked so bad leava da scene
eight Young Buck's did it

But not in Cashville, you yo feelin'
Like comin' down off X chasin' of yo last pill
You Daffy Dill, you's a Daffy Duck
And I'm the champ, yall niggas suck!