Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Brass

RZA]
Digital. Gambino
Mixtape

1: RZA]
This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic
Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of
Leave the opposition stuck, 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, scatter, globe will shatter
atom in your body, now you antimatter
Ripping through the data, checked the doctor
Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's
You down to ground, while I climb the ladder
Too garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter
On face, now you carry by the pall-bearer
Or wear the suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, your ho make a boss 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 than Mr. Cuomo
novels I write like Mario Puzo
Master time fix the like I'm Hugo
the weight like nine sumos
Bust shots like Lugo
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Childish
Look sharp, give yourself a face lift
High brow, on a spaceship
Take sips of that Ace of
Saving all my money to waste on a bracelet
Can't see haters, we don't give a fuck though
Charge it to the game, 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 crowds up, boss Bowser
Deep pocket poetry, my trousers
Thank God they us, the game was starvin'
I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin
Bobby Digital, Do you really think these 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 followers
She look she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she wanna is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she hear is Waka
She jerk when I like her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, soul Phonte
Old-school J's Beyonce's fiance
Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the
Gave niggas 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 crop why the fuck we stop?
She had two sons: Both of 'em good
Both of 'em rap
did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the you niggas at?