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 to be doin' the housekeepin'
The maids cost too much, started cleanin' my own
Livin' childhood fantasies, with grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she keep me like the music
If the Roc is here, up your diamonds and hood cubics
No I.D. it's time to take these goofy niggas out rap
bombs over Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts
I stray away to say the way my days be without rap
My mind drifts to before the Chi was labelled Chiraq
Then Chief Keef in 2012, now it's 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 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 ain't the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal family Della Reese
SAVEMONEY the new dynasty Death Row in '93
The same year my mother's broke on 57th St
Mama knew she raised a very special man
Muhammad in the ring with the power in my hands
To defy the 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, hundred and runnin' back
Hov the president, he private in Obama's jet
Vic the young hitta, I want it with any
My problems' deeper than rap, a problem to bury niggas
Cemetery diggers will be ready for favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Kappa
I am nothin' these 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 with guns hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a pass
Hit you the blindside, that's a no look pass
Rookie season, Nash, they are just my sons
Catchin' alley oops, catch 'em in the alley,
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, that's a club
This is not a diss song, a disclaimer
Sorry that management can't manage my anger
Violence is not the answer but, lord, they brought it to me
You gon' see a side of me, the South taught it to me
They gon' I'm Akeem when I pull up and pull
A Uzi, auto, fully out the robber yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle bloody, Motown Berry Gordy
With the shits, levatory, a nurse, purgatory
[?] is mandatory, crack sentencin'
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, another classic story
I know there's no master for me, I don't buy chains
I don't rock diamonds, I just the Roc chain
I don't get high no more, I go octane
They should call the rap game my name, is my game, Vic!