Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is clean your
Thank you, shit

Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the States of America
Time to out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses
from the filthy, dirty South, where the kings lay
Ludacris, disturbin' tha peace
Recognize when you hear it
The throne has taken, so kiss this niggas earring
Luda throw some on these bitches

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

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

Man fuck that 'Cris man, for real man
I'm of this 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 that nigga garbage, man I got too
The nigga hearin' me, man is this shit on?
'Cris 'Cris, 'Cris, f'real man
Fuck you nigga, man you

Fuck you too, what you do? Scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of down to twenty-twos
how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit
I throw a and all-in-one bury a clique
You see y'all got it all like women in tuxedos
They comin' up shorter than five Danny
I'm on a cool ranch, get more than Fritos
five strippers, four wives and three amigos

I go scuba divin' in Bays at
I find gold and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo
But I'm the light-skinteted of Mandingo
seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I to run numbers in line they called me Bingo
'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you twinkle
Old like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more than yo' Billboard singles

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

Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga a bigga sack
C.P. set a bigger trap look at Godby Road and Old Nat
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people don't know
Shady Park you heard don't go, quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin' the way for that rodeo, that 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?
that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak

Tons of fun with guns, fuck all the lil' get back get that, get that
Who knows, who goes there? it's Poppa Bear
Stop and stare, pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a
I'm on, fire and you know I can't stop 'til I
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on tires
Right down the avenue, passin' you stackin'
In the back of the Cadillac and emergency action
Camera, light, lights, a punch and then fight, fight
a lunch and then bite, bite, A-T-L stay tight, tight

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

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