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 to greatness, before 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 neck's full of
flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like
"Where da go?"

I been scourin' da earth, 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 sacs full of semen

And I got da screamin', they could catch my balls
On any Sunday like my name's Willy Beaman
Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks 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 wit some real O.G's
Wit million dolla whips dat I from overseas

Got a pocket full of G'z, and the truth
Is that the ozone is bad cuz I been smokin' all da
The is warmin' up when 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 was playin' 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 full of sugar, a full of salt
The name of my car insurance is yo fault
And if you sittin on chrome, call 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 in your face and stab you right in the back
Breathe, take some water, is money in the bank)

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

Back up on da scene, back to put a 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 leaves the trouters stretched out gymnastics
And I'm superstar status
The mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you

The international traveler, and I may not be to you
But I'm the out in Africa
So put ya fist up, the statue of liberty lit a flame
For the way that I lit my up

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

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

So call the coroner, I'll show up to yo 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 wit it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome
Fuck niggaz betta duck wit it, or you stuck wit it
You'll get stalked so bad leava da scene
Thinkin Young Buck's did it

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