Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal is clean your highness
Thank you, king

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

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

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

Man that nigga 'Cris man, for real man
I'm of this shit man
Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a nigga
He ain't my shit, man for real
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that
Man that garbage, man I got talent too
The nigga hearin' me, man is this shit on?
'Cris c'mon 'Cris, 'Cris, man
you nigga, man fuck you

Fuck you too, you wanna 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 bury a
You see got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
They comin' up shorter than five DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get more than Fritos
With five strippers, four and three amigos

I go divin' in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and 'em like 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 line called me Bingo
'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just
Old asses sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay more bullets than yo' Billboard singles

Hoe now it's just too much, you just gotta 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 a purple now, I want y'all to trip with 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 with a bigga sack
C.P. set a bigger look at that Godby Road and Old Nat
Where they kick it at? And a lot of just don't know
Shady you heard just don't go, quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin' the way for that rodeo, that rodeo
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 that, clik-clak

Tons of fun with guns, fuck all the lil' chit-chat get get that, get that
Who knows, who goes Motherfuckers 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, on Vogue tires
Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly
In the back of the and packin' emergency action
Camera, light, lights, throwin' a punch and then fight,
Packin' a lunch and then bite, bite, A-T-L stay tight,

I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, let you know it's 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 shorty shake
'Cause dat where dem real at
I lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin' down Glenwood

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