Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

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

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The crazy keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too to be doin' the housekeepin'
The maids cost too much, started my own closet
Livin' fantasies, dealin' with grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she keep me good the music
If the Roc is here, throw up your 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 days be without rap
My mind drifts to back before the Chi was labelled
Then Chief Keef in 2012, now it's a drill
I was waitin' in the wing like a bird on a
Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my uncle
He sent this dope shit to my veins like on any deal
After we build on existing structures, shift the
Like George Bush for weapons of mass destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But ain't the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal family like Della
SAVEMONEY the new like Death Row in '93
The same year my mother's water broke on St
Mama Mensah she raised a very special man
Young Muhammad in the with the power in my hands
To defy the federation like Ali in
The Roc is still alive, throw diamonds up again

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Yeah, I carry the Roc like a runnin' back, miles and runnin' back
Hov the president, he private in Obama's jet
Vic the young hitta, I want it any nigga
My problems' deeper than rap, ain't a problem to niggas
Cemetery diggers will be for your favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta
I am nothin' like actors, they're only on camera
I hit 'em in the head like Holly Holm hit
And my home is Rwanda, blood diamonds and
High school students with guns hidin' in their
Gotta wear a bookbag and wear a hood pass
Hit you from the blindside, that's a no pass
Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are 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 and one in the chamber
Sneak it in the club, a club banger
is not a diss song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that management can't manage my anger
Violence is not the answer but, lord, they brought it to me
You see a side of me, the South Side taught it to me
They think I'm Akeem when I pull up and pull
A semi Uzi, auto, out the robber yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Berry Gordy
With the shits, levatory, tell a nurse,
[?] moms is mandatory, sentencin'
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, another classic story
I there's no master for me, I don't even buy chains
I don't rock diamonds, I just need the Roc
I don't get no more, I go high octane
should call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!