Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Hates Cris

[Intro - Rock]
2010, that's right, we in the
Atlanta, Georgia, millions of sold
Millions of 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 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 hates Chris

1 - Ludacris]
Okay now, this is for the G's, and this is for the
This is for the and the watch all clustered
Spread them like mustard, 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
Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear
Faster David Copperfield motherfucker
I'm five star tellis, and penthouse suites
Yeah, I'm just a between penthouse sheets
Hit the club and go and party with penthouse freaks
harder than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles thats taller than Webber
And making haters sneeze diamonds and sick leathers
Because my ice gives cold like they as if they under the weather
But my keep me warmer than a Polo sweater

Yeah, I guess why everybody 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 why everybody hates Chris

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

[Verse 3 -
I go for broke TLC
The hottest on the mic
Yeah, I believe me
Now all the ladies to give a little TLC
Because Luda was set for life after three
Yep
counting, still climbing the charts
And rappers still talking shit they was rhyming in farts
I cross the line twice
They trying to start
But my infrared beam will them shine in the dark