Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Brass Ensemble]

[Intro:
Digital. Gambino
Mixtape

[Verse 1:
This carbon monox' and toxic concoction
Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of
Leave the stuck, without a pot to piss in
Hocking, spitting up blood, by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts vision
infliction, (poof) I'm a mad magician
Double plasma, verbal scatter, will shatter
Every atom in body, now you antimatter
Ripping through the data, checked the doctor
Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's
You falling down to ground, while I climb the
Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall
On your face, now you carry by the
Or wear the suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, your ho make a boss lit up
We in the rib a smirk nigga, all geared up
Childish Gambino or Bobby on the tracks
We breaking more backs that Sammartino,
We saw baselines than Juno
Change more law in New York than Mr.
Godfather novels I like Mario Puzo
Master time fix the clocks like I'm
Hold the like nine sumos
Bust shots like John
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Look sharp, homie yourself a face lift
High brow, on a spaceship
Take sips of that Ace of
Saving all my money to waste on a bracelet
Can't see them haters, we don't a fuck though
Charge it to the game, keep a so cutthroat
Never a fast one, the game is so in front of me
Travel the globe, spend a nigga 'bout a 100 G's
Pack crowds up, boss like Bowser
Deep poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God they found us, the was starvin'
I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin
Bobby Digital, Do you really think these niggas know
Shopping in and I ran into my old chick
Pride is a bitch. I am not a up
Tweetin' when I'm 70, these followers
She look like she Spelman, secretly she
Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is
Put her in the crib, all she hear is Waka
She jerk when I like her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, like Phonte
Old-school J's like fiance
Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the
Gave niggas real shit, don't know what to do it
I did I did man, did you see it though?
'Bino hard and fast, niggas and low
American Royalty, loyalty
We cream of the crop why the would we stop?
She had two sons: of 'em good grades
Both of 'em rap
did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the you niggas at?