Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Da Fam

This ones for the

For the dynasty, a

it out, yo

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

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

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

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

philly cat back at it
Still throwin' at it
Still with them crack-atics
Still 'em with them black matics

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

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

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

Papi knows yours
And you ditched that
Nigga it's gets stacked green
It gets stacked nigga

I get forty G's a now
Hold like 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 who ain't up to par
I get for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars

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

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

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

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

And I'm havin' a child, is more frighting
But y'all about to witness is big kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big
Come through shiny rims it is

An office pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of this is
I think you know 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 like, eighteen months
You bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon' see what
Holla at Hov, be in the cut what

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

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