Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal is clean your highness
Thank you, shit

motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch
Hailin' from the filthy, South, where the kings lay
Ludacris, disturbin' tha peace
royalty when you hear it
The throne has been taken, so this niggas earring
Luda some grapes on these bitches

These bitches rose petals at my feet man
They wanna spoil me, treatin' me royalty
What I'm 'sposed to do? It's a sweet thang
that track, whip 'em like Kunta
That's why stay down, they 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 bail but this ain't
It's Jolly Green Giants 'cause we smoke so much

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 more than Delta Airlines
I'm fly, even I get high I work cash
And got my coach bumped up to first class
I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to the principle
I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man that nigga 'Cris 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 that nigga garbage, man I got too
The nigga hearin' me, man is this shit on?
'Cris c'mon 'Cris, 'Cris, man
you nigga, man fuck you

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

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

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

Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga a bigga sack
C.P. set a bigger look at that Godby Road and Old Nat
Where kick it at? And a lot of people just 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 with a reload, I put 'em with the people
I gotta a nigga 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 there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa 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, rollin' on Vogue
Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly
In the back of the Cadillac and packin' action
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, I'ma let you know real down yeah
you ride down that two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade
Get ready to go that Campbellton Road
Fo' you get it to Camp Creek shorty just
'Cause dat dem real niggaz at
I ain't lyin' when you in and you flossin' down Glenwood

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