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, before I get and
Run up in the like the Indiana Pacers

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

I been scourin' da earth, makin' my
Catch da ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church
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', could catch my balls
On any Sunday like my name's Willy Beaman
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend your loyal to his ass
Then he's a motherfuckin'

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

Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient
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 Knievel stunts

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 it back
when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbors

Like a cup full of sugar, a rope of salt
The name of my car insurance is yo fault
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll up my boys
And have you stripped of ya 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 face and you right in the back
Breathe, take water, this is money in the bank)

(They defeatin themselves champ, you 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, back to put a nail in these coffins
I got the in my jeans
Call me Mr. Fixit, barrel hotter than
A batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits

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

The international traveler, and I may not be 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 compete wit me, I got 'em stuck
Like I a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Brown
And Whitney Houston drug-free

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

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

So don't fuck wit it, I'm lyrical 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
Thinkin Young Buck's did it

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