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
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 lady singin', it's ova for you
Can't none of bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

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

Got a full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth
Is that the is bad cuz I been smokin' all da trees
The is warmin' up when we fire 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 borrow from ya neighbors

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of
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 medals Marion Jones, nigga

(Champ you got it, on movin
They aint got nuttin on ya, watch for the sneak
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 what you can do
You Luda, you lookin good, go!
Cmon baby, hard and dedication
You know what it is man, fightin!)

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

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

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

I'm the mother shut it like Shaft was
Leavin' rappers wit headaches bad drugs
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 fresh outta
Call me the swamp thing, yall headed in the direction
Like you hit the and caught the wrong train

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

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