Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Hates Cris

[Intro - Rock]
2010, right, we in the future
Atlanta, Georgia, of albums sold
Millions of 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 that's 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

[Verse 1 -
Okay now, is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
This is for the diamonds and the watch all
them like mustard, canary yellow
Now women in my like hello
Yeah I'm sort of a big
Giovanni rims are sort of a big wheel
This five course 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 between penthouse
Hit the and go and party with some penthouse freaks
Party harder than Britney, Lindsay, and together
Get in line and buying bottles thats taller than Webber
And making haters sneeze from diamonds and sick
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 everybody 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 guess why everybody hates Chris

2 - Ludacris]
Now I stay to death draped in gangster fits
Over twelve million sold I drop gangster
Live in mansions and around in gangster whips
You swear I'm about to get into some 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
Sixty till blast off
My car got a lift and took its mask off
Tint so dark it look like I the glass off
The body was for eight weeks
Before i finally to take its cast off
Now its than a bottomless 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 V. on that anonymous shit

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