Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

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

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The man's keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be doin' the
The maids cost too much, started my own closet
Livin' fantasies, dealin' with grown problems
Got a new bae, she keep me good like the music
If the Roc is here, throw up your and hood cubics
No I.D. said it's time to take these niggas out rap
Drop bombs over on these SoundCloud outcasts
I away to say the way my days would be without rap
My mind drifts to back before the Chi was labelled
Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a drill
I was in the wing 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 veins like fiends on any
After we on existing structures, shift the culture
Like George Bush for weapons of mass destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal family Della Reese
SAVEMONEY the new dynasty like Row in '93
The same year my mother's water broke on St
Mama Mensah knew she raised a special man
Young in the ring with the power in my hands
To defy the federation 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, miles and runnin' back
Hov the president, he flyin' private in jet
Vic the hitta, I want it with any nigga
My problems' deeper rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas
Cemetery diggers will be ready for your rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Kappa
I am nothin' like actors, they're only on camera
I hit 'em in the head like Holm hit Ronda
And my home is Rwanda, diamonds and minors
High school students with guns hidin' in binder
Gotta a clear bookbag and wear a hood pass
Hit you from the blindside, a no look pass
Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are just my
Catchin' alley oops, 'em in the alley, oops
I heard a certain who's who mad that I the danger
Get your priorities straight like Granger
Sixteen in the and one in the chamber
Sneak it in the club, that's a club
This is not a song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that your management can't my anger
Violence is not the answer but, lord, done brought it to me
You gon' see a side of me, the South Side it to me
They gon' think I'm Akeem when I pull up and
A semi Uzi, auto, fully out the yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Motown Berry
With the shits, levatory, a nurse, purgatory
[?] moms is mandatory, crack
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, just classic story
I know 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 high
They should call the rap game my name, is my game, Vic!