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 skinned

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 hates Chris

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

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

Yeah, I that's why everybody hates Chris

2 - Ludacris]
Now I stay fresh to death draped in gangster
Over million sold I drop gangster hits
Live in mansions and drive around in gangster
You I'm about to get into some gangster shit
Oh no here trouble, my vision is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two two bottles
That'll pop bubbles and when I get home
The girls tops lift off airspace shuttles
seconds till blast off
My car got a face lift and took its off
Tint so dark it look like I the glass off
The body was white for eight
Before i finally decided to take its off
Now its blacker a bottomless pit
You talk shit end up with bottom less lip
I hit a nigga so hard, I'll make him swallow his
Then I be wit Bobby V. on 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 Luda was set for life three LP's
Yep
Still counting, still the charts
And rappers talking shit like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish twice
They still to start
But my infrared beam will them shine in the dark