Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Da Fam

This ones for the

For the dynasty, a

it out, yo

Aiyo, this it's for my family, we ride or die
in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky
My blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot you know bleek

Squeeze hammers t'il nail me, fuck what niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin' is they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be Memphis
from da borough of dem B.K. niggas

Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the of it
Rap money in rubber-bands, just for the of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal
Desert eagles, sweepers, loud metal

It's hit an run now, motherfuck of you
We dem niggas be in ya just like furniture
Pop up the gun in ya
one for zero-zero M Bleek R O C dot com

This cat back at it
Still throwin' at it
Still fuckin' with crack-atics
Still bust 'em with them matics

ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You to get my ass at it
They say I think ass
Fuck how I act, as as I stack, it's all mathematics

Our nice, hug the block ta tract dice
night, club night, mac attract dikes
I pull up, truck nice
Two guns, you mac pack gat twice

Gets that crack wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, I wips that
No doubt, droubt, gets that price
It that nice, when you live that live

Papi knows yours
And you ditched wife
Nigga it's stacked green nigga
It stacked chain nigga

I get G's a feature now
Hold Franklin's a Aretha now
In the SL two now
And I'm in nuthin' but

I'm the illest female you heard thus far
Five-five the thirty-four B-cup bra
I fuck wit dem cats who up to par
I get for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars

I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank
I'm talkin' Martha step of with the rent money
Movin' on up, two in the
Still through the block, pull up on the corna, plus

Give me an inch so I can a mile
I bring like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin' ta come up, gotta a while
As of now, Amil-lion just played ya style, you dealin' with,

The, the roc, the the, the roc
(Let me talk to y'all real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc

Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this thing
Y'all thinkin' Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' more "ming
I got nephews, and they all right in
They all and wild, plus they all like things

And I'm havin' a child, which is frighting
But about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big
Come through flossin'em rims it is

An office don't pop up in sentences
I think you understand what of event this is
I don't think you I focus young Memphis is
Or I see was so real, you add on Amil

This is much more than rap, black entrepreneur
Clothin', movie, and films, we to conquer it all
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, months
You bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's
Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut

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the, the roc, the the roc
You with the roc
Dynasty niggas, that's like no other

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