Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

Covered all my bases, straight, no
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of
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 lady singin', ova for you rappers
Can't none of bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

Got jewels on my pinky, on my wrist
Iconic and his name 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 ozone is bad cuz I been smokin' all da
The globe is warmin' up we fire up the blunt
And put it in the air Evil Knievel stunts

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

a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt
The name of my car insurance is yo fuckin
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my
And have you stripped of ya medals Marion 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 champ, you know what you can do
You Luda, you good, lets go!
baby, hard work and dedication
You know what it is man, fightin!)

Back up on da scene, to put a nail in these rappers' coffins
I got the hammer in my
me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter than
A fresh batch of buttermilk biscuits

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made
Luda leaves the stretched out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm superstar
The mouth of the South like gangsta 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 can't wit me, I got 'em stuck
Like I made a rappers put shackles on they feet wit me
And then I free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown
And Houston become drug-free

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

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

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

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