Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is clean your
you, king shit

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

These bitches throwin' rose at my feet man
They wanna me, treatin' me like royalty
What I'm to do? It's such 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, pass go, just go straight to jail
With no probation or bail but this Monopoly
It's Jolly Giants 'cause we smoke so much Broccoli

Oh oh spaghetti o's, oodles of noodles
And me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes further than yo' father hairline
Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
I'm fly, even when I get high I work
And even got my coach up to first class
I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells 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 my shit, man for real
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that
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 wanna do? nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to
Know how to use 'em, dirty as shit
I a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong like women in
They comin' up shorter than five DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get more than Fritos
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
seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in they called me Bingo
'Cause I'm big, you a star, you just twinkle
Old like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles

Hoe now it's just too much, you just gotta give
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 just serve homes
Now how come through he want 50's a
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 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 Godby Road and Old Nat
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people don't know
Shady Park you heard just go, quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin' the way for that rodeo, that show
hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people
I make 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' get back get that, get that
Who knows, who goes Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear
Stop and stare, pourin' out a lil' and then drop a flare
I'm on, fire and you know I can't '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 then bite, bite, A-T-L tight, tight

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

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