Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is clean your
you, king shit

Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the United of America
Time to out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
Hailin' from the filthy, dirty South, the kings lay
Ludacris, disturbin' tha family
Recognize royalty you hear it
The throne has been taken, so this niggas earring
throw some grapes on these bitches

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

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

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

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

I go scuba divin' in at Montego
I find gold and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo
But I'm the version of Mandingo
I've seen more and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they me Bingo
I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, all wrinkled
And I stay more bullets than yo' Billboard singles

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

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

Tons of fun with guns, fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that, get
Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa
Stop and stare, pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a
I'm on, fire and you know I 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 emergency action
Camera, light, lights, throwin' a and then fight, fight
Packin' a and then bite, bite, A-T-L stay tight, tight

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

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