Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Ensemble]

RZA]
Digital. Gambino
Mixtape

[Verse 1:
This Oxycontin carbon monox' and concoction
Collapse your brain cells, they from lack of oxygen
Leave the stuck, without a pot to piss in
Hocking, spitting up blood, shark by precision
Dart incision, imparts your vision
Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad
Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe will
atom in your body, now you antimatter
Ripping through the data, into the doctor
Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's
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 your ho make a lit up
We in the rib a smirk nigga, all geared up
Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the
We breaking backs that Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines Juno
Change more law in New York than Mr.
Godfather novels I write like Mario
Master time fix the clocks like I'm
Hold the weight nine sumos
Bust like John Lugo
You how the Wu go

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