Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is your highness
Thank you, king

Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch
Hailin' from the filthy, South, where the kings 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' petals at my feet man
They wanna spoil me, treatin' me like
What I'm 'sposed to do? It's a sweet thang
that track, whip 'em like 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 pass go, just go straight to
With no or bail but this ain't Monopoly
It's Jolly Green Giants 'cause we so much Broccoli

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

Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for 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 son can rap better than that nigga
Man that nigga garbage, man I got too
The nigga 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 to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight as shit
I throw a grenade and all-in-one a clique
You see y'all got it all like women in tuxedos
They comin' up shorter five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get more than Fritos
With five strippers, wives and three amigos

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

Hoe now it's just too much, you just gotta give
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 herb
Now how come he want 50's a purple
He want a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it
Man, I woulda sold him a QP last of the lava
Ya see what I' m

Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little with 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 the bird up po'-po'
Makin' the way for that rodeo, rodeo show
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no where the go?
Bring that, shit back, wanna hear that, clik-clak

Tons of fun with guns, fuck all the lil' chit-chat get get that, get that
Who knows, who goes there? it's Poppa Bear
and stare, pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare
I'm on, fire and you know I can't stop I retire
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on tires
Right down the avenue, passin' you stackin'
In the of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action
Camera, light, lights, throwin' a and then 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 it's real yeah
When you ride down that two-eighty-five and you go Cascade
Get ready to go that Campbellton Road
Fo' you get it to Camp Creek just shake
'Cause dat where dem niggaz at
I ain't lyin' when you in and you flossin' down Glenwood

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