Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

all my bases, straight, no chasers
Diamonds on my chain look like my 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
Can't none of y'all bust, you're sacs full of semen

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

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

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

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

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of
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, for the sneak dissin
These boysll smile in your face and 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 lookin good, go!
Cmon baby, hard work and
You know it is man, keep fightin!)

up on da scene, back 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 the trouters stretched out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm superstar
The mouth of the South gangsta grillz you bastards

The international traveler, and I may not be to you
But I'm the out in Africa
So put ya fist up, even the 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 when Brown
And Whitney Houston become

I'm the mother shut it like Shaft was
Leavin' wit headaches like bad drugs
They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the but, eh
We'll say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya

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

So fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome
Fuck niggaz betta duck wit it, or 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 Daffy Dill, you's a Duck
And I'm the champ, yall niggas suck!