Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Hates Cris

[Intro - Rock]
2010, right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of albums
Millions of monies
I see why everybody hates Chris, you skinned bitch

Sing with me

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I that's why everybody hates Chris

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody Chris

1 - Ludacris]
Okay now, is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
is for the diamonds and the watch all clustered
Spread them like mustard, yellow
Now women in my like hello
Yeah I'm sort of a big
These rims are sort of a big wheel
five course dinner is sort of a big meal
This Bentley GT can make Luda
than David Copperfield motherfucker
I'm talking five star tellis, and penthouse
Yeah, I'm just a playboy between sheets
Hit the club and go and party with some freaks
Party than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles taller than Chris Webber
And haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
my ice gives them cold like they as if they under the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a Polo

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)

Yeah, I guess that's why everybody hates

Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you Luda!)
Say "Fuck you Luda!"
(Fuck you !)

Yeah, I guess why everybody hates Chris

[Verse 2 -
Now I stay fresh to death draped in fits
twelve million sold I drop gangster hits
Live in and drive around in gangster whips
You swear I'm about to get into gangster shit
Oh no here comes trouble, my is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two models two
That'll pop like and when I get home
The girls tops off like airspace shuttles
seconds till blast off
My car got a lift and took its mask off
so dark it look like I took the glass off
The was white for eight weeks
Before i finally decided to take its off
Now its blacker a bottomless pit
You talk shit you'll end up bottom less lip
I hit a so hard, I'll make him swallow his spit
I be wit Bobby V. on that anonymous shit

[Verse 3 -
I go for like TLC
The hottest on the mic
Yeah, I thats me
Now all the ladies want to give a TLC
Because Luda was set for life after LP's
Yep
Still counting, climbing the charts
And rappers still talking shit like they was in farts
I cross the line twice
They trying to start
But my infrared will make them shine in the dark