Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

I been da earth, makin' my fans
Catch da ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church
And the fat singin', it's ova for you rappers
Can't of y'all bust, you're just sacs full of semen

And I got da screamin', they could catch my balls
On any given Sunday like my Willy Beaman
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend your loyal to his ass
he's 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 dat I ship from overseas

Got a full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth
Is that the ozone is bad cuz I 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 like they was for da Raiders
And ya music favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back
when you go and borrow somethin' 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 medals like Marion Jones,

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

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

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

A-tisket, a-tasket, a casket
Luda leaves the trouters out like gymnastics
And acrobatics I'm status
The mouth of the South like 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 that I lit my up

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

I'm the baddest mother shut it Shaft was
Leavin' rappers wit like bad drugs
They shoulda ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh
We'll just say we Mourn'd 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
Like you hit the subway and the wrong train

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

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