Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Brass

[Intro:
Digital. Gambino
Mixtape

[Verse 1:
This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic
your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to in
Hocking, up blood, shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts vision
Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad
Double plasma, verbal scatter, will shatter
Every atom in body, now you antimatter
Ripping through the data, checked into the
Took his splatter, cause my mind's faster
You falling to ground, while I climb the ladder
Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall
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 with a smirk nigga, all up
Childish Gambino or Digi'lino on the tracks
We breaking more backs Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines than
more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo
Godfather I write like Mario Puzo
Master time fix the like I'm Hugo
Hold the weight like sumos
Bust shots like Lugo
You how the Wu go

2: Childish Gambino]
Look sharp, give yourself a face lift
High brow, on a spaceship
Take sips of Ace of Spades-es
Saving all my just to waste on a bracelet
Can't see haters, we don't give a fuck though
it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat
Never slip a one, the game is so in front of me
Travel 'round the globe, a nigga 'bout a 100 G's
Pack them up, boss like Bowser
Deep poetry, my custom trousers
God they found us, the game was starvin'
I'm clean and concrete, you ass and
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 hear is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she hear is Waka
She when I move like her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, like Phonte
Old-school J's Beyonce's fiance
Back on on my shit, nigga 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
American Royalty, loyalty
We of the crop why the fuck would we stop?
She had two sons: Both of 'em grades
Both of 'em rap
did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we go where the money at
Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at?