Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you from me? I got pistols for da haters
Ya fam will be in black like they was playin' for da
And ya isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back
Like you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbors

Like a cup of sugar, a rope full of salt
The of my car insurance is yo fuckin fault
And if you sittin on chrome, call up my boys
And have you stripped of ya like Marion Jones, nigga

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

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

Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these coffins
I got the hammer in my
me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter than
A fresh batch of buttermilk biscuits

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

The international traveler, and I may not be to you
But I'm the out in Africa
So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a
For the way that I lit my up

You compete wit me, I got 'em stuck
Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on feet wit me
And I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown
And Whitney become drug-free

I'm the baddest mother it like Shaft was
Leavin' rappers wit headaches bad drugs
They warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh
We'll just say we Mourn'd ya

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

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

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