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 the housekeepin'
The maids cost too much, started cleanin' my own
Livin' childhood fantasies, dealin' with grown
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. said it's time to take goofy niggas out rap
Drop bombs over Baghdad on SoundCloud outcasts
I stray away to say the way my would be without rap
My mind drifts to back before the Chi was labelled
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 know how my feel
He sent dope shit to my veins like fiends on any deal
After we on existing structures, shift the culture
Like Bush searchin' for weapons of mass destruction
Think I'm to blow! But this ain't the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal family like Della
SAVEMONEY the new dynasty Death Row in '93
The same year my mother's water on 57th St
Mama Mensah she raised a very special man
Young Muhammad in the ring with the 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, 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 will be ready for your favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I up like a Beta Kappa
I am nothin' like these actors, they're only on
I hit 'em in the head Holly Holm hit Ronda
And my is Rwanda, blood diamonds and minors
High school students with hidin' in their binder
Gotta a clear bookbag and wear a hood pass
Hit you from the blindside, a no look pass
season, Steve 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 priorities straight like Hermione Granger
Sixteen in the magazine and one in the
Sneak it in the club, that's a banger
This is not a diss song, this a
that your management can't manage my anger
Violence is not the answer but, lord, done brought it to me
You gon' see a side of me, the South taught it to me
They gon' think I'm Akeem when I pull up and
A Uzi, auto, fully out the robber yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Motown Gordy
With the shits, levatory, tell a nurse,
[?] moms is mandatory, sentencin'
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, just 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 get high no more, I go high octane
They should the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!