Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(They defeatin themselves champ, you know 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, to put a nail in these rappers' coffins
I got the in my jeans
Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter
A fresh batch of home-made biscuits

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

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

You can't wit me, I got 'em stuck
Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they wit me
And then I broke free, let 'em loose when Bobby Brown
And Whitney Houston drug-free

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

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

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

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