Luyện nghe bài hát Coming 2 America

The royal penis is clean highness
Thank you, king

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

These bitches rose petals at my feet man
They wanna me, treatin' me like royalty
What I'm 'sposed to do? It's a sweet thang
Work that track, whip 'em Kunta
why they stay down, they loyal 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 we smoke so much Broccoli

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

Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for man
I'm tired of shit 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 that garbage, man I got talent too
The nigga ain't me, man is this shit on?
'Cris 'Cris, 'Cris, f'real man
Fuck you nigga, man you

Fuck you too, you wanna do? Scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to
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 like women in tuxedos
They comin' up than five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three

I go divin' in Bays at Montego
I find gold and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo
But I'm the version of Mandingo
I've more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they called me
I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled
And I stay with more than yo' Billboard singles

Hoe now it's just too much, you gotta give applause
He is definitely all f'real, ya see what I'm
Ha ha I be with him all the time, yeah mean?
I'm sayin', I used to just serve herb
Now how come 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 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 trap look at that Godby Road and Old Nat
Where kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know
Park 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 make 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 back get that, get
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 I can't stop 'til I retire
Oh no, we stay swoll, on Vogue tires
down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'
In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency
Camera, light, lights, a punch and then 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 it's real down
you ride down that two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade
Get to go past that Campbellton Road
Fo' you get it to Camp shorty just shake
'Cause dat where dem niggaz at
I ain't lyin' you in Decatur and you flossin' down Glenwood

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