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 hates Chris, you light skinned 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 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 hates

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 like mustard, yellow
Now women in my like hello
I'm sort of a big deal
These rims are sort of a big wheel
This five dinner is sort of a big meal
Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear
Faster than Copperfield motherfucker
I'm talking five tellis, and penthouse suites
Yeah, I'm just a playboy penthouse sheets
Hit the and go and party with some penthouse freaks
Party than Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles thats taller Chris Webber
And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick
Because my ice gives them cold like they as if they under the
But my women me warmer than a Polo sweater

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 that's why hates Chris

[Verse 2 -
Now I stay fresh to death in gangster fits
Over twelve million sold I drop hits
Live in mansions and drive around in gangster
You swear I'm about to get into some gangster
Oh no here comes trouble, my is skewed
I can only see in doubles, two two bottles
That'll pop like and when I get home
The girls tops lift off airspace shuttles
Sixty seconds till off
My car got a face and took its mask off
Tint so dark it like I took the glass off
The body was white for eight
Before i finally to take its cast off
Now its blacker than a pit
You talk shit you'll end up with 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 nigga on the mic
Yeah, I thats me
Now all the want to give a little TLC
Because Luda was set for life after three
Yep
Still counting, still the charts
And still talking shit like they was rhyming in farts
I cross the finish twice
They trying to start
But my infrared beam will make them in the dark