Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

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

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

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

Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my
Iconic and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please, you wit some 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 Evil stunts

you want 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 they neva bring it
when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbors

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

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

(They defeatin themselves champ, you what you can do
You Luda, you good, lets go!
Cmon baby, work and dedication
You know 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 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 can't compete wit me, I got 'em
I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose Bobby Brown
And Whitney become drug-free

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

So call the coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral wit gators
Like I'm fresh outta
Call me the swamp thing, 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 duck wit it, or else you stuck wit it
get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene
Thinkin Young Buck's did it

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