Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is clean your
you, king shit

Yeah motherfuckers, to the United States of America
to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailin' from the filthy, dirty South, where the lay
Ludacris, tha peace family
royalty when you hear it
The throne has been taken, so kiss niggas earring
throw some grapes on these bitches

These bitches throwin' rose at my feet man
They wanna me, treatin' me like royalty
What I'm 'sposed to do? It's a sweet thang
Work that track, whip 'em like
That's why they stay down, they loyal of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you
Don't look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail
With no or bail but this ain't Monopoly
It's Jolly Green Giants 'cause we smoke so Broccoli

Oh oh o's, Luda's oodles of noodles
And testin' me is pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris, I pack nuts than Delta Airlines
I'm fly, when I get high I work cash
And even got my coach up to first class
I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the
'Cause I've been saved by mo' than Lark Vorhees

Man fuck that nigga man, for real man
I'm tired of this man
Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a tracks
He ain't hearin' my shit, man for
Man my son can rap better than that nigga
Man nigga garbage, man I got talent too
The ain't hearin' me, man is this shit on?
c'mon 'Cris, 'Cris, f'real man
Fuck you nigga, man you

Fuck you too, what you do? Scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as
I a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong women in tuxedos
comin' up shorter than five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than
With five strippers, four wives and three

I go divin' in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm
But I'm the light-skinteted of Mandingo
I've seen more Beatles and Jagged than Ringo
I used to run numbers in they called me Bingo
'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just
Old asses sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay more bullets than yo' Billboard singles

Hoe now it's just too much, you just gotta applause
He is definitely all f'real, ya see what I'm
Ha ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yeah
I'm sayin', I used to just serve homes
Now how through he want 50's a purple
He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to with it
Man, I sold him a QP last week of the lava
Ya see what I' m

Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga a bigga sack
C.P. set a bigger trap look at that Road and Old Nat
Where kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know
Shady Park you heard just don't go, quick to flip the bird up
the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show
Gotta hit 'em a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna that, clik-clak

Tons of fun with guns, all the lil' chit-chat get back get that, get that
Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Bear
Stop and stare, pourin' out a lil' gasoline and drop a flare
I'm on, and you know I can't stop 'til I retire
Oh no, we stay swoll, on Vogue tires
Right down the avenue, you rapidly stackin'
In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency
Camera, light, lights, throwin' a punch and fight, fight
Packin' a lunch and bite, bite, A-T-L stay tight, tight

I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, let you know it's real down yeah
When you ride that two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade
Get to go past that Campbellton Road
Fo' you get it to Camp shorty just shake
'Cause dat dem real niggaz at
I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin' down

Candler Road or nigga shake
'Cause dat dem real niggaz at
When goin' down that ol' Nat Hill
And you dat second waffle house
'Fore you get to the rich shake
'Cause dat where dem real at
of fact, just shaje when ya get to Georgia nigga