Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

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

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The crazy man's me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be the housekeepin'
The cost too much, started cleanin' my own closet
Livin' childhood fantasies, with grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she me good like the music
If the Roc is here, throw up diamonds and hood cubics
No I.D. it's time to take these goofy niggas out rap
Drop bombs Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts
I stray away to say the way my days would be rap
My mind drifts to before the Chi was labelled Chiraq
Then Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now a drill
I was waitin' in the wing a bird on a windowsill
Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I how my uncle feel
He sent this dope shit to my veins like on any deal
After we build on existing structures, the culture
Like George searchin' for weapons of mass destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But ain't the Middle East
This the and we the royal family like Della Reese
SAVEMONEY the new like Death Row in '93
The year my mother's water broke on 57th St
Mensah knew she raised a very special man
Young Muhammad in the ring with the power in my
To the federation like Ali in Vietnam
The Roc is still alive, your diamonds up again

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