Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

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

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

Got jewels on my pinky, on my wrist
status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please, you wit some 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 been all da trees
The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the
And put it in the air like Evil Knievel

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

Like a cup of sugar, a rope 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 Jones, nigga

(Champ you got it, on movin
They aint got nuttin on ya, watch for the dissin
These boysll smile in your face and stab you 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!
baby, hard work and dedication
You know what it is man, fightin!)

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

A-tisket, a-tasket, a casket
Luda leaves the trouters out like gymnastics
And I'm superstar status
The mouth of the South like gangsta you bastards

The traveler, and I may not be much to you
But I'm the out in Africa
So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a
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 become drug-free

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

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

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

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