Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

I been scourin' da earth, makin' my
Catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya at church
And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you
Can't of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

Got on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his name is
please, you messin 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 the ozone is bad cuz I been smokin' all da trees
The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the
And put it in the air Evil Knievel stunts

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

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

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

(They defeatin themselves champ, you 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 in my jeans
Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay than
A fresh of home-made buttermilk biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a casket
leaves the trouters stretched out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
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 on they feet 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 like bad drugs
shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh
We'll just say we Alonzo ya

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

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

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