Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

I been da earth, makin' 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 bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

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

Got a pocket full of G'z, and the truth
Is that the 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 like Evil stunts

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

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

(They defeatin 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, to put a nail in these rappers' coffins
I got the hammer in my
Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel hotter than
A fresh batch of buttermilk 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 grillz you bastards

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

I'm the baddest mother shut it like 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, show up to yo funeral wit some gators
Like I'm outta Florida
Call me the thing, yall headed in the wrong direction
Like you hit the subway and caught the 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 da scene
Thinkin eight 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, you's a Daffy
And I'm the champ, yall niggas suck!