Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like a cup of sugar, a rope full 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 Marion Jones, nigga

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

(They defeatin champ, you know what you can do
You Luda, you lookin good, go!
Cmon baby, work 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 in my jeans
me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter than
A fresh batch of home-made buttermilk

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made
Luda leaves the stretched out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
The mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you

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 I lit my wrist 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, let 'em loose when Bobby Brown
And Whitney become drug-free

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

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

So fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome
Fuck niggaz betta wit it, or else you stuck 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 comin' down off X effects of yo last pill
You fuckin Daffy Dill, you's a Daffy
And I'm the undefeated champ, niggas suck!