Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Ensemble]

[Intro:
Digital. Childish
Mixtape

1: RZA]
This Oxycontin monox' and toxic concoction
Collapse your brain cells, swell from lack of oxygen
Leave the stuck, without a pot to piss in
Hocking, up blood, shark by sharp precision
incision, darkness imparts your vision
Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad
Double plasma, verbal scatter, will shatter
Every atom in your body, now you
Ripping through the data, checked into the
Took his splatter, cause my mind's faster
You down to ground, while I climb the ladder
Too much garbage in your gallbladder, flatter
On your face, now you by the pall-bearer
Or wear the black suit, eyes all up
Oh no, your ho make a boss lit up
We in the rib with a nigga, all geared up
Childish Gambino or Bobby on the tracks
We breaking more backs Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines Juno
Change more law in New York than Mr.
Godfather I write like Mario Puzo
Master time fix the clocks like I'm
Hold the weight nine sumos
Bust shots John Lugo
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Childish
sharp, homie give yourself a face lift
High brow, on a spaceship
Take sips of Ace of Spades-es
Saving all my money just to waste on a
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 game is so in of me
Travel 'round the globe, a nigga 'bout a 100 G's
Pack them crowds up, boss Bowser
pocket poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God they us, the game was starvin'
I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin
Bobby Digital, Do you really think these niggas 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 she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she hear 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, soul Phonte
Old-school J's like fiance
Back on on my dumb shit, we the stupidest
Gave them niggas real shit, know what to do it
I did I did man, did you see it though?
'Bino hard and fast, sweet and low
Royalty, family loyalty
We cream of the crop why the fuck we stop?
She had two sons: Both of 'em grades
of 'em rap songs
Where did she go
Nowhere mama, we go where the money at
Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at?