Luyện nghe bài hát Undisputed

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

all my bases, straight, no chasers
Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of
Titanic flow, dough, women 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 singin', it's ova for you rappers
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 Willy Beaman
Or LL Cool, so if ya thinks your loyal to his ass
Then he's a fool

Got jewels on my pinky, on my wrist
status and his name is Ludacris
Bitch please, you wit some real O.G's
Wit million dolla whips dat I ship overseas

Got a pocket full of G'z, and the 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 be in black like they was playin' for da Raiders
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it
Like when you go and somethin' from ya neighbors

Like a cup 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 like Marion Jones, nigga

(Champ you got it, keep on
They aint got nuttin on ya, watch for the sneak
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 know it is man, keep fightin!)

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

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

The international traveler, and I may not be to you
But I'm the shit out in
So put ya up, even the statue of liberty 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 feet 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 Shaft was
Leavin' rappers wit like bad drugs
They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the but, eh
We'll just say we Alonzo ya

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

So fuck wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome
Fuck betta duck wit it, or else you stuck wit it
You'll get so bad you'll leava da scene
eight Young Buck's did it

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