Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

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

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The crazy man's me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be doin' the
The cost too much, started cleanin' my own closet
Livin' childhood fantasies, dealin' 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. said it's time to take these niggas out rap
Drop over Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts
I stray away to say the way my days would be rap
My drifts to back before the Chi was labelled Chiraq
Then Chief Keef dropped in 2012, now it's a
I was waitin' in the wing like a bird on a
Now I'm the prince, I think I know how my uncle feel
He sent this shit to my veins like fiends on any deal
After we build on existing structures, the culture
Like George Bush searchin' for weapons of destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this the Middle East
This the and we the royal family like Della Reese
SAVEMONEY the new like Death Row in '93
The same year my water broke on 57th St
Mama Mensah knew she raised a very man
Young Muhammad in the ring the power in my hands
To defy the 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 hitta, I want it with any nigga
My problems' than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas
diggers will be ready for your favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up a Beta Kappa
I am nothin' like actors, they're only on camera
I hit 'em in the head Holly Holm hit Ronda
And my home is Rwanda, blood and minors
High school students guns hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a hood
Hit you from the blindside, that's a no look
Rookie season, Steve Nash, they are just my
Catchin' alley oops, catch 'em in the alley,
I heard a certain who's who mad I like the danger
Get your priorities straight like Granger
in the magazine and one in the chamber
Sneak it in the club, that's a club
This is not a diss song, a disclaimer
that your management 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 I pull up and pull
A Uzi, auto, fully out the robber yellow hoodie
Yeah, Pelle bloody, Motown Berry 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 for me, I don't even buy chains
I rock diamonds, I just need the Roc chain
I get high no more, I go high octane
They call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!