Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

Covered all my bases, straight, no
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my like
"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, just sacs full of semen

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

Got jewels on my pinky, on my wrist
status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please, you messin wit real O.G's
Wit dolla whips dat I ship 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 up the blunt
And put it in the air Evil Knievel stunts

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

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of
The name of my car insurance is yo fuckin
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, on movin
They aint got on ya, watch for the sneak dissin
These boysll smile in your face and stab you in the back
Breathe, take some water, this is in the bank)

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

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

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made
Luda leaves the trouters stretched out gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
The mouth of the South like 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, the statue of liberty lit a flame
For the way I lit my wrist up

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

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

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

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

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