Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

all my bases, straight, no chasers
Diamonds on my chain look like my full of glaciers
Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my like
"Where da go?"

I been da earth, makin' my fans
Catch da holy ghost at my shows ya grandma at church
And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you
none of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

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

Got a pocket of G'z, and the inconvenient 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 me? I got pistols for da haters
Ya fam will be in black they was playin' for da Raiders
And ya isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back
Like when you go and borrow 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 call up my
And have you stripped of ya like Marion Jones, nigga

(Champ you got it, keep on
They aint got nuttin on ya, for the sneak dissin
These boysll smile in your and stab 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, work and dedication
You what it is man, keep fightin!)

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

The international traveler, and I may not be to you
But I'm the shit out in
So put ya fist up, even the statue of 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 Bobby
And Whitney Houston drug-free

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

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

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

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