Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Ensemble]

RZA]
Digital. Gambino
demonstrations

[Verse 1:
This Oxycontin carbon and toxic concoction
Collapse your brain cells, they swell lack of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck, a pot to piss in
Hocking, up blood, shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts your
infliction, (poof) I'm a mad magician
Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe will
Every atom in your body, now you
Ripping through the data, into the doctor
Took his splatter, cause my mind's faster
You down to ground, while I climb the ladder
Too much in your gallbladder, fall flatter
On face, now you carry by the pall-bearer
Or wear the black suit, eyes all up
Oh no, when ho make a boss lit up
We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all up
Childish Gambino or Bobby on the tracks
We breaking more backs Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines Juno
Change more law in New than Mr. Cuomo
Godfather novels I write Mario Puzo
Master time fix the like I'm Hugo
Hold the like nine sumos
Bust like John Lugo
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Childish
Look sharp, homie yourself a face lift
High brow, on a spaceship
Take sips of Ace of Spades-es
all my money just to waste on a bracelet
Can't see them haters, we don't give a fuck
Charge it to the game, keep a lame so
slip 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 pocket poetry, my custom
God they found us, the game was starvin'
I'm clean and concrete, you ass and
Bobby Digital, Do you really think these know shit?
Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old
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 hear is Waka
She jerk I move like her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, soul like
J's like Beyonce's fiance
Back on on my dumb shit, we the stupidest
Gave them niggas real shit, don't know to do it
I did I did man, did you see it though?
'Bino hard and fast, niggas and low
Royalty, family loyalty
We cream of the crop why the fuck we stop?
She had two sons: of 'em good grades
of 'em rap songs
Where did she go
mama, we just go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the fuck you at?