Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

I scourin' da earth, makin' my fans
Catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at
And the fat singin', it's ova for you rappers
none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

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

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

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

Like a cup 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 like Marion Jones,

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

(They defeatin themselves champ, you know you can do
You Luda, you good, lets go!
Cmon baby, 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 in my jeans
Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel hotter than
A batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits

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

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

I'm the baddest shut it like Shaft was
rappers wit headaches like 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 fresh outta
Call me the swamp thing, yall 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
Fuck niggaz betta duck wit it, or else you wit it
You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da
Thinkin eight Young 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 undefeated champ, yall suck!