Luyện nghe bài hát Dynasty (Intro)

There's a lot on, but this the dynasty

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The man's keepin' me up, I'm not sleepin'
My fit too fresh to be the housekeepin'
The maids cost too much, cleanin' 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 diamonds and hood cubics
No I.D. said it's to take these goofy 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 Chiraq
Then Chief dropped 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 to my veins like fiends 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 East
This the midwest and we the family like Della Reese
the new dynasty like Death Row in '93
The same year my water broke on 57th St
Mensah knew she raised a very special man
Young Muhammad in the ring with the in my hands
To defy the like Ali in Vietnam
The Roc is still alive, throw your up again

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Yeah, I carry the Roc like a back, hundred miles and runnin' back
Hov the president, he flyin' private in jet
Vic the young hitta, I it with any nigga
My deeper than rap, ain't a problem to bury niggas
Cemetery diggers will be ready for favorite rapper
him stompin' in my yard, I step up like a Beta Kappa
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 and minors
High school students guns hidin' in their binder
Gotta wear a clear bookbag and a hood pass
Hit you the blindside, that's a no look pass
season, Steve Nash, they are just my sons
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 magazine and one in the
Sneak it in the club, that's a club
This is not a diss song, this a
Sorry your management can't manage my anger
Violence is not the but, lord, they done brought it to me
You gon' see a side of me, the South Side it to me
They gon' I'm Akeem when 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 master for me, I 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!