Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

There's a lot on, but this the dynasty

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The crazy man's me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be the housekeepin'
The maids cost too much, cleanin' my own closet
Livin' childhood fantasies, with grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she me good like the music
If the Roc is here, throw up your and hood cubics
No I.D. said it's time to these 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 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 shit to my veins fiends on any deal
After we on existing structures, shift the culture
Like George Bush searchin' for weapons of destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this ain't the Middle
This the midwest and we the royal family like Reese
SAVEMONEY the new dynasty like Row in '93
The same year my water broke on 57th St
Mama Mensah knew she raised a special man
Young Muhammad in the ring with the power in my
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 a runnin' back, hundred miles and runnin' back
Hov the president, he flyin' in Obama's jet
Vic the young hitta, I it with any nigga
My problems' deeper rap, ain't 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 hit Ronda
And my is Rwanda, blood diamonds and minors
High school students guns hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a pass
Hit you from the blindside, that's a no pass
Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are just my
Catchin' alley oops, catch 'em in the alley,
I heard a who's who mad that I like the danger
Get your priorities like Hermione Granger
Sixteen in the and one in the chamber
it in the club, that's a club banger
This is not a song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that your can't manage my anger
Violence is not the answer but, lord, they done it to me
You see a side of me, the South Side taught it to me
They gon' think I'm Akeem when I up and pull
A Uzi, auto, fully out the robber yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle Pelle bloody, Motown Gordy
the shits, levatory, tell a nurse, purgatory
[?] moms is mandatory, crack
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, another classic story
I know there's no master for me, I don't even buy
I don't diamonds, I just need the Roc chain
I don't get no more, I go high octane
They call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!