Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Hates Cris

[Intro - Rock]
2010, right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of albums
of monies rolled
I see why everybody hates Chris, you light 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 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 that's why everybody Chris

[Verse 1 -
Okay now, is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the watch all
Spread like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my face hello
Yeah I'm of a big deal
Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel
This five course dinner is of a big meal
This Bentley GT can make dissapear
than David Copperfield motherfucker
I'm talking five star tellis, and suites
Yeah, I'm just a playboy penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and with some penthouse freaks
Party harder than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris
Get in line and buying bottles thats than Chris Webber
And haters sneeze from diamonds and sick leathers
Because my ice gives cold like they as if they under the weather
But my women keep me than a Polo sweater

Yeah, I guess that's why hates Chris

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 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

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

[Verse 3 -
I go for like TLC
The nigga on the mic
Yeah, I thats me
Now all the ladies to give a little TLC
Because Luda was set for life three LP's
Yep
Still counting, still climbing the
And rappers still talking like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish twice
still trying to start
But my infrared beam will make shine in the dark