Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

I been da earth, makin' my fans
da holy ghost at my shows like 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 women screamin', they could catch my
On any given Sunday like my 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 whips dat I ship from overseas

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

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

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

(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, some 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 what it is man, fightin!)

Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in rappers' coffins
I got the in my jeans
me Mr. Fixit, barrel stay hotter than
A fresh batch of buttermilk biscuits

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

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

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

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

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

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