Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Brass

[Intro:
Digital. Gambino
demonstrations

[Verse 1:
This Oxycontin monox' and toxic concoction
Collapse your cells, they swell from lack of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck, a pot to piss in
Hocking, spitting up blood, shark by precision
incision, darkness 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, checked into the
his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's faster
You falling down to ground, while I climb the
Too much in your gallbladder, fall flatter
On face, now you carry by the pall-bearer
Or the black suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, your ho make a boss lit up
We in the rib a smirk nigga, all geared up
Childish Gambino or Digi'lino on the tracks
We breaking more that Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines Juno
Change more law in New than Mr. Cuomo
Godfather novels I write like Puzo
Master time fix the like I'm Hugo
Hold the like nine sumos
Bust shots like John
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Look sharp, homie give yourself a lift
High brow, on a spaceship
Take of that Ace of Spades-es
Saving all my money just to on a bracelet
Can't see them haters, we don't 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 the globe, spend a nigga 'bout a 100 G's
Pack them crowds up, like Bowser
pocket poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God found us, the game was starvin'
I'm clean and concrete, you ass and
Bobby Digital, Do you think these niggas 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 like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she hear is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she wanna is Waka
She jerk I move like her old boy popped her
is that Outkast, soul like Phonte
Old-school J's like fiance
Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the
them niggas real shit, don't know what to do it
I did I did man, did you see it though?
'Bino and fast, niggas sweet and low
American Royalty, loyalty
We of the crop why the fuck would we stop?
She had two Both of 'em good grades
Both of 'em rap
did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the you niggas at?