Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

There's a lot goin' on, but the dynasty

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The crazy man's me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be the housekeepin'
The maids too much, started cleanin' my own closet
Livin' fantasies, dealin' with grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she keep me good like the
If the Roc is here, throw up your diamonds and cubics
No I.D. said it's time to take these niggas out rap
Drop bombs over Baghdad on these SoundCloud
I stray away to say the way my would be without rap
My drifts to back before the Chi was labelled Chiraq
Then Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a drill
I was waitin' in the like a bird on a windowsill
Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my uncle
He sent this dope shit to my like fiends on any deal
After we build on structures, shift the culture
Like Bush searchin' for weapons of mass destruction
I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal like Della Reese
SAVEMONEY the new dynasty Death Row in '93
The same year my water broke on 57th St
Mama Mensah knew she raised a special man
Young Muhammad in the ring the power in my hands
To the federation like Ali in Vietnam
The Roc is still alive, throw diamonds up again

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Yeah, I carry the Roc like a runnin' back, miles and runnin' back
Hov the president, he private in Obama's jet
Vic the hitta, I want it with any nigga
My deeper than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas
diggers will be ready for your favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta
I am nothin' like actors, they're only on camera
I hit 'em in the head Holly Holm hit Ronda
And my is Rwanda, blood diamonds and minors
High school students with hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a clear and wear a hood pass
Hit you the blindside, that's a no look pass
Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are my sons
Catchin' oops, catch 'em in the alley, oops
I a certain who's who mad that I like the danger
Get your priorities like Hermione Granger
Sixteen in the and one in the chamber
Sneak it in the club, a club banger
is not a diss song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that management can't manage my anger
is not the answer but, lord, they done brought it to me
You gon' see a side of me, the South taught it to me
They gon' think I'm Akeem when I pull up and
A semi Uzi, auto, out the robber yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Motown Gordy
With the shits, levatory, a nurse, purgatory
[?] is mandatory, crack sentencin'
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, just another classic
I there's no master for me, I don't even buy chains
I don't rock diamonds, I just the Roc chain
I don't get no more, I go high octane
should call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!