Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

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

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The crazy man's keepin' me up, I'm not
My fit too fresh to be doin' the
The maids cost too much, cleanin' my own closet
Livin' childhood fantasies, with grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she keep me good the music
If the Roc is here, throw up your diamonds and cubics
No I.D. it's time to take these goofy niggas out rap
Drop over Baghdad 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
Then Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a
I was waitin' in the wing a bird on a windowsill
Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my feel
He sent this dope to my veins like fiends on any deal
we build on existing structures, shift the culture
Like George Bush searchin' for of mass destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle
This the midwest and we the royal family Della Reese
the new dynasty like Death Row in '93
The same year my mother's broke on 57th St
Mama Mensah knew she raised a very man
Young Muhammad in the with the power in my hands
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 back
Hov the president, he flyin' private in jet
Vic the young hitta, I want it any nigga
My problems' deeper than rap, a problem to bury niggas
Cemetery diggers be ready for your favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta
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 and minors
High school students with guns hidin' in their
Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a pass
Hit you from the blindside, that's a no look
Rookie season, Steve Nash, are just my sons
Catchin' alley oops, catch 'em in the alley,
I heard a certain who's who mad I like the danger
Get your straight like Hermione Granger
in the magazine and one in the chamber
Sneak it in the club, a club banger
This is not a song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that your management can't manage my
Violence is not the answer but, lord, they done it to me
You gon' see a side of me, the South taught it to me
They gon' think I'm when I pull up and pull
A Uzi, auto, fully out the robber 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 another classic
I know there's no for me, I don't even buy chains
I don't rock diamonds, I just need the Roc
I don't get high no more, I go high
They should the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!