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 down to greatness, 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, women on my like
"Where da go?"

I been da earth, makin' my fans
Catch da holy 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 just full of semen

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

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

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

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

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 call up my
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 sneak
These boysll smile in 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 lookin good, go!
baby, hard work and dedication
You what it is man, keep 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 stay hotter
A fresh batch of home-made buttermilk

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made
Luda leaves the trouters stretched out like
And I'm superstar 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 fist up, even the 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 rappers put shackles on they feet wit me
And I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown
And Whitney Houston become

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

So fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome
Fuck niggaz duck wit it, or else you stuck wit it
You'll get stalked so bad you'll da scene
eight Young Buck's did it

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