Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

I been scourin' da earth, my fans
Catch da ghost 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 women screamin', they could my balls
On any Sunday like my name's Willy Beaman
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend your loyal to his ass
he's a motherfuckin' fool

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

Got a full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth
Is that the ozone is bad cuz I been smokin' all da
The globe is warmin' up we fire up the blunt
And put it in the air Evil Knievel stunts

What you want me? I got pistols for da haters
Ya fam will be in like they was playin' for da Raiders
And ya music favored, and DJ's 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 is yo fuckin fault
And if you sittin on chrome, call up my boys
And have you of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga

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

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

up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins
I got the in my jeans
me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter 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 of the South like gangsta grillz you bastards

The international traveler, and I may not be to you
But I'm the shit out in
So put ya up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame
For the way that I lit my up

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

I'm the baddest mother it like Shaft was
Leavin' rappers wit like bad drugs
They shoulda ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh
just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya

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

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 leava da scene
Thinkin Young Buck's did it

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