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 to be doin' the housekeepin'
The maids too much, started cleanin' my own closet
Livin' childhood fantasies, dealin' grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she keep me good the music
If the Roc is here, throw up your diamonds and cubics
No I.D. said it's time to take these niggas out rap
bombs over Baghdad on these SoundCloud outcasts
I stray to say the way my days would 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 a bird on a windowsill
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 searchin' for of mass 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 Death Row in '93
The year my mother's water 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 federation like Ali in
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 private in Obama's jet
Vic the young hitta, I it with any nigga
My problems' deeper than rap, ain't a problem to bury
Cemetery diggers will be ready for favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta
I am nothin' like these actors, they're on camera
I hit 'em in the head like Holly hit Ronda
And my home is Rwanda, diamonds and minors
school students with guns hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a clear bookbag and wear a pass
Hit you from the blindside, that's a no look
Rookie season, Steve Nash, are just my sons
Catchin' oops, catch 'em in the alley, oops
I heard a certain who's who mad that I the danger
Get your priorities like Hermione Granger
Sixteen in the and one in the chamber
Sneak it in the club, that's a club
is not a diss song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that your can't manage my anger
is not the answer but, lord, they 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 up and pull
A semi Uzi, auto, fully out the 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, just another classic
I know there's no for me, I don't even buy chains
I don't rock diamonds, I just the Roc chain
I don't get no more, I go high octane
should call the rap game my name, this is my game, Vic!