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, before I get and
Run up in the stands like the Pacers

all my bases, straight, no chasers
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, makin' my
Catch da holy ghost at my shows ya grandma at church
And the fat singin', it's ova for you rappers
Can't of y'all bust, you're just sacs 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 boyfriend thinks your to his ass
Then a motherfuckin' fool

Got on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
Iconic status and his is Ludacris
Bitch please, you messin wit some O.G's
Wit dolla whips dat I ship from 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 fire up the
And put it in the air like Evil stunts

What you want from me? I got for da haters
Ya fam will be in black 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 full of sugar, a rope of salt
The name of my car is yo fuckin fault
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my
And have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones,

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

(They defeatin champ, you know what you can do
You Luda, you lookin good, go!
Cmon baby, hard and dedication
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 of home-made buttermilk 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 lit a flame
For the way that I lit my up

You can't 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 Houston drug-free

I'm the mother shut it like Shaft was
rappers wit headaches like bad drugs
They warned 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 funeral wit gators
Like I'm fresh Florida
me the swamp thing, yall headed in the wrong direction
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 duck wit it, or else you wit it
You'll get so bad you'll leava da scene
eight Young Buck's did it

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