Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is your highness
Thank you, shit

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

These throwin' rose petals at my feet man
They spoil me, treatin' me like royalty
What I'm 'sposed to do? such a sweet thang
Work that track, 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they citizens 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 spaghetti o's, oodles of noodles
And testin' me is pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes further than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts Delta Airlines
I'm fly, when I get high I work cash
And even got my coach bumped up to first
I'm boss to all employees and I'm to teach the principle
'Cause been saved by mo' bells 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 nigga
He hearin' 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

Fuck you too, what you wanna do? nigga
But I got a arsenal of down to twenty-twos
how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit
I throw a grenade and all-in-one a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong women in tuxedos
They comin' up 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 I'm Deebo
But I'm the light-skinteted of Mandingo
I've seen more and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they me Bingo
'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just
Old like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more bullets yo' Billboard singles

Hoe now just 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, yeah
I'm sayin', I used to serve homes herb
Now how through he want 50's a purple
He want quarters a now, I want y'all to trip with it
Man, I woulda sold him a QP week of the lava
Ya see I' m sayin'?

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

Tons of fun with guns, fuck all the chit-chat get back get that, get that
Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers Poppa Bear
Stop and stare, out a lil' gasoline and then 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, you rapidly stackin'
In the back of the Cadillac and emergency action
Camera, light, lights, throwin' a punch and then 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 it's 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 shake
'Cause dat where dem niggaz at
I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin' down

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