Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

Back up on dat ass, back to put 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 my neck's full of glaciers
flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like
"Where da go?"

I been da earth, makin' my fans
Catch da holy ghost at my like ya grandma at church
And the fat lady singin', ova for you rappers
Can't none of y'all bust, 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 loyal to his ass
Then he's a fool

Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my
status 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 ozone is bad cuz I been smokin' all da
The globe is up when we fire up the blunt
And put it in the air like Evil Knievel

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

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

(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, this is in the bank)

(They defeatin champ, you know what you can do
You Luda, you lookin good, go!
Cmon baby, hard work and
You know 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, barrel stay than
A fresh batch of home-made biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a casket
Luda leaves the stretched out like gymnastics
And I'm superstar status
The mouth of the South like grillz you bastards

The traveler, and I may not be much to you
But I'm the shit out in
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 rappers put shackles on they wit me
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Brown
And Whitney become drug-free

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

So call the coroner, I'll show up to yo wit some gators
Like I'm outta Florida
Call me the swamp thing, yall 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 else you wit it
You'll get stalked so bad you'll da scene
Thinkin eight Young did it

But not in Cashville, you yo feelin'
Like 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!