Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Hates Cris

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

Sing along 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 hates

[Verse 1 -
Okay now, this is for the G's, and is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the all clustered
Spread like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my face hello
Yeah I'm sort of a big
These rims are sort of a big wheel
This five course dinner is sort of a big
Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear
Faster than David Copperfield
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 than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and bottles thats taller than Chris Webber
And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick
Because my ice gives them cold like they as if they the weather
But my women keep me warmer than a Polo

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 hates Chris

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

[Verse 3 -
I go for broke TLC
The nigga on the mic
Yeah, I believe me
Now all the ladies want to a little TLC
Because was set for life after three LP's
Yep
Still counting, still the charts
And rappers still talking shit they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish twice
They still trying to
But my beam will make them shine in the dark