Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

There's a lot on, but this the dynasty

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The crazy keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be the housekeepin'
The maids cost too much, started my own closet
Livin' fantasies, dealin' with grown problems
Got a brand new bae, she me good like the music
If the Roc is here, up your diamonds and hood cubics
No I.D. said time to take these goofy niggas out rap
Drop bombs over Baghdad on these outcasts
I stray to say the way my days would be without rap
My mind drifts to back before the Chi was Chiraq
Then Chief Keef in 2012, now it's a drill
I was waitin' in the like a bird on a windowsill
Now I'm the fresh prince, I think I know how my feel
He sent this dope shit to my veins fiends on any deal
After we build on existing structures, shift the
Like George Bush searchin' for weapons of destruction
Think I'm 'bout to blow! But this the Middle East
This the midwest and we the royal family like Della
the new dynasty like Death Row in '93
The same my mother's water broke on 57th St
Mensah knew she raised a very special man
Young Muhammad in the with the power in my hands
To defy the federation Ali in Vietnam
The Roc is still alive, your diamonds up again

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Yeah, I carry the Roc a runnin' back, hundred miles and runnin' back
Hov the president, he flyin' private in jet
Vic the hitta, I want it with any nigga
My problems' than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas
Cemetery diggers will be for your favorite rapper
Catch him stompin' in my yard, I step up a Beta Kappa
I am nothin' like these actors, they're only on
I hit 'em in the like Holly Holm hit Ronda
And my home is Rwanda, blood diamonds and
school students with guns hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a bookbag and wear a hood pass
Hit you from the blindside, that's a no look
season, Steve Nash, they are just my sons
Catchin' alley oops, 'em in the alley, oops
I a certain who's who mad that I like the danger
Get your priorities like Hermione Granger
Sixteen in the magazine and one in the
it in the club, that's a club banger
This is not a song, this a disclaimer
Sorry that management can't manage my anger
Violence is not the answer but, lord, they done it to me
You gon' see a side of me, the Side 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 Berry
the shits, levatory, tell a nurse, purgatory
[?] moms is mandatory, crack
Bad parentin', put his dad on Maury, just classic story
I know there's no master for me, I even buy chains
I don't rock diamonds, I just need the Roc
I don't get no more, I go high octane
They should call the rap game my name, is my game, Vic!