Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

Covered all my bases, straight, no
Diamonds on my look like my neck's full of glaciers
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts
"Where da go?"

I been scourin' da earth, my fans
Catch da ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church
And the fat lady singin', ova for you rappers
Can't of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

And I got da screamin', they could catch my balls
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 motherfuckin'

Got jewels on my pinky, on my wrist
status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please, you messin wit real O.G's
Wit million whips dat I ship 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 globe is warmin' up when we up the blunt
And put it in the air like Evil stunts

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

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

(Champ you got it, on movin
aint got nuttin on ya, watch for the sneak dissin
These boysll smile in your and stab 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 good, lets go!
Cmon baby, hard work and
You know what it is man, fightin!)

Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers'
I got the hammer in my
Call me Mr. Fixit, stay hotter than
A fresh batch of home-made buttermilk

A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made
Luda leaves the trouters stretched out gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
The mouth of the 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 can't 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 Whitney Houston drug-free

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

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

So don't fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical right at ya dome
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 lost yo
Like comin' down off X effects of yo last pill
You Daffy Dill, you's a Daffy Duck
And I'm the undefeated champ, yall suck!