Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Brass

RZA]
Digital. Childish
demonstrations

[Verse 1:
This carbon monox' and toxic concoction
your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck, a pot to piss in
Hocking, up blood, shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts vision
infliction, (poof) I'm a mad magician
Double plasma, scatter, globe will shatter
Every atom in your body, now you
through the data, checked into the doctor
Took his rhyme splatter, cause my faster
You falling down to ground, while I the ladder
Too garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter
On your face, now you carry by the
Or the black suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, when ho make a boss lit up
We in the rib with a nigga, all geared up
Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the
We breaking more that Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines Juno
Change more law in New York Mr. Cuomo
Godfather novels I write like Puzo
Master time fix the like I'm Hugo
Hold the weight like nine
Bust shots like John
You how the Wu go

2: Childish Gambino]
Look sharp, homie give a face lift
High brow, eyebrows on a
Take sips of that Ace of
all my money just to waste on a bracelet
Can't see them haters, we don't give a fuck
Charge it to the game, a lame so cutthroat
Never slip a fast one, the game is so in of me
'round the globe, spend a nigga 'bout a 100 G's
Pack them crowds up, boss Bowser
Deep poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God they found us, the game was
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
is a bitch. I am not a grown up
Tweetin' when I'm 70, these followers
She like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is
Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is
She jerk when I move her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, soul like
Old-school J's like Beyonce's
on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest
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 would we stop?
She had two sons: of 'em good grades
of 'em rap songs
Where did she go
mama, we just go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the fuck you at?