Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

Back up on dat ass, to put rappers on one knee
they 'bout to run a 100 meter dash
Bow down to greatness, before I get and
Run up in the stands 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 like
"Where da go?"

I scourin' da earth, makin' 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 y'all bust, you're 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 boyfriend thinks your to his ass
he's a motherfuckin' fool

Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my
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 smokin' all da
The is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt
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 borrow somethin' ya neighbors

Like a cup of sugar, a rope full of salt
The name of my car is yo fuckin fault
And if you sittin on chrome, call up my boys
And have you stripped of ya like Marion Jones, nigga

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

(They defeatin themselves champ, you what you can do
You Luda, you good, lets go!
baby, hard work 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 in my jeans
Call me Mr. Fixit, stay hotter than
A fresh batch of home-made biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a casket
Luda leaves the stretched out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
The mouth of the like gangsta grillz 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 compete wit me, I got 'em stuck
Like I made a thousand rappers put 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 shut it like Shaft was
Leavin' rappers wit headaches like bad
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 thing, yall headed in the wrong direction
you hit the subway and caught the wrong train

So don't fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets at ya dome
niggaz betta duck wit it, or else you stuck 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' of yo last pill
You fuckin Dill, you's a Daffy Duck
And I'm the undefeated champ, yall suck!