Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Brass

RZA]
Digital. Childish
Mixtape

[Verse 1:
This carbon monox' and toxic concoction
Collapse your brain cells, they swell from of oxygen
the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in
Hocking, spitting up blood, shark by sharp
incision, darkness imparts your vision
Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad
Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe shatter
Every atom in your body, now you
Ripping the data, checked into the doctor
Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's
You falling to ground, while I climb the ladder
Too garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter
On your face, now you by the pall-bearer
Or the black suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, when your ho make a lit up
We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all up
Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracks
We more backs that Sammartino, Bruno
We saw baselines than Juno
Change more law in New York Mr. Cuomo
Godfather I write like Mario Puzo
Master fix the clocks like I'm Hugo
Hold the like nine sumos
Bust like John Lugo
You how the Wu go

2: Childish Gambino]
Look sharp, homie give yourself a face
High brow, on a spaceship
Take sips of Ace of Spades-es
Saving all my money just to waste on a
Can't see them haters, we don't give a fuck
Charge it to the game, keep a so cutthroat
Never slip a fast one, the is so in front of me
'round the globe, spend 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 clean and concrete, you ass and
Bobby Digital, Do you really 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, half-dead followers
She look she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she hear is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is
She jerk when I move her old boy popped her
is that Outkast, soul like Phonte
Old-school J's like fiance
on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest
Gave them 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 why the fuck would we stop?
She had two sons: Both of 'em grades
of 'em rap songs
Where did she go
mama, we just go where the money at
Black Kennedy, the fuck you niggas at?