Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Hypnotic Ensemble]

[Intro:
Digital. Childish
demonstrations

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

2: Childish Gambino]
Look sharp, homie yourself a face 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 fast one, the game is so in 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 they us, the game was starvin'
I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin
Digital, Do you really think these niggas know shit?
Shopping in Manhattan and I ran my old chick
is a bitch. I am not a grown up
Tweetin' when I'm 70, half-dead followers
She like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she hear is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she hear is Waka
She jerk when I move like her old boy her
Home is that Outkast, soul like
Old-school J's like Beyonce's
on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest
Gave them niggas shit, don't know what to do it
I did I did man, did you see it though?
'Bino hard and fast, 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
mama, we just go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the you niggas at?