Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Hates Cris

[Intro - Rock]
2010, right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, of albums sold
Millions of monies
I see why everybody hates Chris, you light skinned

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 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

1 - Ludacris]
Okay now, this is for the G's, and this is for the
This is for the diamonds and the all clustered
Spread them like mustard, canary
Now women in my face like
Yeah I'm sort of a big
These Giovanni rims are of a big wheel
This five course is sort of a big meal
Bentley GT can make Luda dissapear
Faster than David Copperfield
I'm talking star tellis, and penthouse suites
Yeah, I'm just a playboy between penthouse
Hit the club and go and party some penthouse freaks
Party harder Britney, Lindsay, and Paris together
Get in line and buying bottles thats taller 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 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 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 Chris

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

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