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 to greatness, before I get pissed and
Run up in the like 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 nuts
"Where da go?"

I scourin' da earth, makin' my fans
Catch da holy at my shows like ya grandma at church
And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you
Can't none of bust, you're just sacs full of semen

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

Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my
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 inconvenient
Is that the is bad cuz I been smokin' all da trees
The globe is up when we fire up the blunt
And put it in the air like Knievel stunts

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

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

(Champ you got it, on movin
They got nuttin on ya, watch for the sneak dissin
These boysll smile in your face and stab you right in the
Breathe, take some water, this is 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 what it is man, fightin!)

up on da scene, back 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 home-made buttermilk

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

The traveler, and I may not be much to you
But I'm the out in Africa
So put ya fist up, even the statue of lit a flame
For the way I lit my wrist up

You can't compete wit me, I got 'em
Like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they wit me
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Brown
And Whitney Houston drug-free

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

So call the coroner, I'll up to yo funeral wit some gators
Like I'm fresh outta
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 duck wit it, or you stuck wit it
You'll get stalked so bad you'll da scene
Thinkin Young Buck's did it

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