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 Indiana

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

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

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

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

Got a pocket of G'z, and the inconvenient 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 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 neva bring it back
Like when you go and borrow somethin' ya neighbors

Like a cup full of sugar, a full of salt
The of my car insurance is yo fuckin fault
And if you on chrome, I'll call up my boys
And have you stripped of ya medals like Jones, nigga

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

(They defeatin themselves champ, you what you can do
You Luda, you good, lets go!
Cmon baby, work and dedication
You know 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, stay hotter than
A fresh batch of buttermilk biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made
Luda leaves the trouters out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
The mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you

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 I lit my wrist up

You can't compete wit me, I got 'em
Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they wit me
And then I free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown
And Whitney Houston become

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

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

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

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