Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Brass Ensemble]

RZA]
Digital. Gambino
demonstrations

[Verse 1:
This Oxycontin monox' and toxic concoction
Collapse your brain cells, swell from lack of oxygen
the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in
Hocking, spitting up blood, by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts your
infliction, (poof) I'm a mad magician
Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe shatter
Every atom in body, now you antimatter
Ripping the data, checked into the doctor
Took his splatter, cause my mind's faster
You falling to ground, while I climb the ladder
Too much garbage in gallbladder, fall flatter
On your face, now you 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 more backs that Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines than
Change more law in New York Mr. Cuomo
Godfather novels I write Mario Puzo
Master time fix the clocks I'm Hugo
Hold the weight like sumos
Bust shots like Lugo
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Childish
Look sharp, homie give yourself a face
brow, eyebrows on a spaceship
Take of that 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, a lame so cutthroat
slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me
Travel 'round the globe, spend a 'bout a 100 G's
Pack them up, boss like Bowser
Deep pocket poetry, my custom
Thank God they found us, the was starvin'
I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin
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 is Waka
She jerk when I move her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, like Phonte
Old-school J's like Beyonce's
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, family
We cream of the crop why the would we stop?
She had two sons: of 'em good grades
of 'em rap songs
Where did she go
Nowhere mama, we just go the money at
Black Kennedy, where the fuck you at?