Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is clean highness
Thank you, shit

Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the States of America
Time to roll out the red carpet on bitch asses
Hailin' from the filthy, dirty South, the kings lay
Ludacris, disturbin' tha peace
Recognize royalty you hear it
The throne has taken, so kiss this niggas earring
Luda throw some grapes on these

These bitches throwin' rose at my feet man
They spoil me, treatin' me like royalty
What I'm 'sposed to do? It's a sweet thang
that track, whip 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay down, loyal citizens 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 probation or bail but this ain't
It's Jolly Green Giants 'cause we smoke so much

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 more nuts than Delta Airlines
I'm fly, even I get high I work cash
And got my coach bumped up to first class
I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the
'Cause I've been by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man fuck that 'Cris man, for real man
I'm of this shit man
Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a tracks
He hearin' my shit, man for real
Man my son can rap better than that nigga
Man that nigga garbage, man I got too
The nigga ain't hearin' me, man is this 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 down to
Know how to use 'em, fight as shit
I throw a and all-in-one bury a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong like in tuxedos
They comin' up shorter five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three

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

Hoe now it's just too much, you just give applause
He is definitely all f'real, ya see what I'm
Ha ha I be fuckin' him all the time, yeah mean?
I'm sayin', I to just serve homes herb
Now how through he want 50's a purple
He want quarters a purple now, I want 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 nigga 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 Park you heard just don't go, quick to flip the up po'-po'
the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I put 'em with the people
I make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no where the beat go?
that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak

Tons of fun with guns, all the lil' chit-chat get back get that, get that
Who knows, who goes there? it's Poppa Bear
Stop and stare, pourin' out a lil' gasoline and drop a flare
I'm on, fire and you know I stop 'til I retire
Oh no, we stay swoll, on Vogue tires
Right down the avenue, passin' you stackin'
In the back of the Cadillac and emergency 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 two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade
Get ready to go past that Campbellton
Fo' you get it to Camp Creek shorty shake
'Cause dat where dem real at
I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin' down

Road or Rainbow nigga shake
'Cause dat dem real niggaz at
When you're goin' that ol' Nat Hill
And you pass dat 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