Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

There's a lot on, but this the dynasty

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The man's keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be the housekeepin'
The maids cost too much, started my own closet
childhood 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 goofy out rap
Drop over Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts
I stray to say the way my days would be without rap
My mind drifts to back the Chi was labelled Chiraq
Then Chief Keef in 2012, now it's a drill
I was waitin' in the wing like a bird on a
Now I'm the fresh prince, I I know how my uncle feel
He this dope shit to my veins like fiends on any deal
After we on existing structures, shift the culture
George Bush searchin' for weapons of mass destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle
This the midwest and we the family like Della Reese
SAVEMONEY the new like Death Row in '93
The same year my mother's broke on 57th St
Mama Mensah knew she raised a very man
Muhammad in the ring with the power in my hands
To the federation like Ali in Vietnam
The Roc is still alive, throw your diamonds up

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