Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

all my bases, straight, no chasers
Diamonds on my chain look my neck's full of glaciers
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts
"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
none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

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

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

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

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

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

(They defeatin themselves champ, you know you can do
You Luda, you lookin good, 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 in my jeans
Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay than
A fresh batch of home-made biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made
Luda leaves the trouters stretched out gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm superstar
The of the South like 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 I lit my wrist 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 Bobby Brown
And Houston become drug-free

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

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

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

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