Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Brass Ensemble]

[Intro:
Digital. Gambino
Mixtape

1: RZA]
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, up blood, shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts your
Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad
Double plasma, verbal scatter, will shatter
Every in your body, now you antimatter
Ripping the data, checked into the doctor
his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's faster
You falling down to ground, I climb the ladder
Too much garbage in your gallbladder, flatter
On your face, now you by the pall-bearer
Or the black suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, when your ho make a lit up
We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all up
Childish or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracks
We breaking backs that Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines Juno
Change more law in New York than Mr.
Godfather novels I write Mario Puzo
time fix the clocks like I'm Hugo
Hold the like nine sumos
shots like John Lugo
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Look sharp, homie give a face lift
High brow, on a spaceship
Take sips of that Ace of
Saving all my money just to waste on a
Can't see them haters, we don't a fuck though
Charge it to the game, keep a so cutthroat
slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me
Travel 'round the globe, spend a nigga a 100 G's
Pack them up, boss like Bowser
Deep poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God they found us, the game was
I'm clean and concrete, you ass and
Bobby Digital, Do you really think niggas know shit?
Shopping in Manhattan and I ran my old chick
Pride is a bitch. I am not a up
Tweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead
She look like she Spelman, she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she wanna is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is
She jerk when I move like her old boy her
Home is that Outkast, soul like
Old-school J's Beyonce's fiance
Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the
Gave niggas real shit, don't know what to do it
I did what I did man, did you see it
'Bino hard and fast, niggas and low
American Royalty, family
We cream of the crop why the fuck we stop?
She had two sons: Both of 'em good
of 'em rap songs
Where did she go
Nowhere mama, we just go where the at
Black Kennedy, where the fuck you at?