Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king

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

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

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

Man fuck 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 nigga
He hearin' my shit, man for real
Man my four-year-old son can rap than that nigga
Man nigga garbage, man I got talent too
The ain't hearin' me, man is this 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 bury a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong women in tuxedos
They comin' up shorter than five DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid than Fritos
With five strippers, wives and three amigos

I go scuba divin' in Bays at
I find gold links and snatch 'em I'm Deebo
But I'm the light-skinteted of Mandingo
I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than
I used to run numbers in they called me Bingo
'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all
And I stay with more than 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 just homes herb
Now how come through he 50's a purple
He want quarters a now, I want y'all to trip with it
Man, I woulda him a QP last week of the lava
Ya see I' m sayin'?

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
they 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 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 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, out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare
I'm on, fire and you know I can't stop 'til I
Oh no, we swoll, rollin' on Vogue tires
down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'
In the of the Cadillac and packin' emergency 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 it's real down yeah
When you ride that two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade
Get ready to go past Campbellton Road
Fo' you get it to Camp shorty just shake
dat where dem real niggaz at
I ain't lyin' you in Decatur and you flossin' down Glenwood

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