Luyện nghe bài hát American Royalty

[Featuring: RZA and Brass Ensemble]

RZA]
Digital. Childish
demonstrations

[Verse 1:
This Oxycontin monox' and toxic concoction
Collapse your brain cells, they swell from of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to in
Hocking, up blood, shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts your
Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad
Double plasma, verbal scatter, will shatter
Every in your body, now you antimatter
Ripping the data, checked into the doctor
Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's
You falling down to ground, 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 a boss lit up
We in the rib a smirk nigga, all geared up
Childish Gambino or Bobby on the tracks
We breaking more backs Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines than
more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo
Godfather novels I write Mario Puzo
Master fix the clocks like I'm Hugo
Hold the weight nine sumos
Bust shots John Lugo
You how the Wu go

[Verse 2: Childish
Look sharp, homie give 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
it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat
Never slip a fast one, the is so in front of me
Travel 'round the globe, spend a 'bout a 100 G's
Pack them up, boss like Bowser
pocket poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God found us, the game was starvin'
I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin
Bobby Digital, Do you really think niggas know shit?
Shopping in and I ran into my old chick
Pride is a bitch. I am not a up
when I'm 70, these 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
Home is that Outkast, soul Phonte
Old-school J's Beyonce's fiance
on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest
Gave them niggas real shit, don't what to do it
I did I did man, did you see it though?
hard and fast, niggas sweet and low
American Royalty, family
We cream of the crop why the fuck would we
She had two sons: of 'em good grades
Both of 'em rap
did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we just go where the at
Black Kennedy, the fuck you niggas at?