Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

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

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

Got on my pinky, jewels on my wrist
status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please, you messin wit real O.G's
Wit million dolla whips dat I 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 warmin' up 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 they was playin' for da Raiders
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva it back
Like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya

Like a cup full of sugar, a full 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 medals Marion Jones, nigga

(Champ you got it, on movin
They aint got nuttin on ya, for the sneak dissin
These smile in your face and stab you right in the back
Breathe, take some water, is money in the bank)

(They defeatin champ, you know what you can do
You Luda, you lookin good, go!
Cmon baby, hard work and
You know what it is man, fightin!)

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

A-tisket, a-tasket, a casket
Luda the trouters stretched out like gymnastics
And I'm superstar status
The mouth of the South 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, the statue of liberty lit a flame
For the way I lit my wrist up

You compete wit me, I got 'em stuck
Like I made a thousand put shackles on they feet wit me
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Brown
And Whitney Houston become

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

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

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

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