Luyện nghe bài hát Majesty

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, lead me on
give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom

Uh, uh, yo, I got the and the power now
The G5'll get me out there in an now
The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' now
over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the
I'm buildings, we don't buy the blogs
The Nicki when I fly to Prague, uh

I'm a sucker for you
Boom
shang-a-lang-a-lang

Uh, yo, who it with Nicki now?
I smoke 'em hippies now
They see me, say now
runnin' like Griffey now
They like sissies now
You is iffy now
Bitches switchin' up
We take 'em to now
I'm than peanut butter
He like Skippy now
He me to be his wife
His like sippy now, uh

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I your love, just lead me on
give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
Boom
Boom

She me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh)
My piece, but she's also someone's wife
So time we is borrowed
But our moment
Right here, fuck
moments like these are to die for
And clear all
Nice and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it
So we got that lightning in a

She's tipsy, I'm
So she gets a on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to a
Slick Rick or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old school is so fucked
that shit's got pneumonia"
I her, "Bitch now, just hold up"
That's why rap needs a
A genre slip, known to up
It's time to it for strep or some tonsillitis
'Cause like they swab you with when your throat hurts
why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the culture

Speed it up a bit
You ain't dealin' a fuckin' featherweight
I used to until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache
And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna brake
I wanna accelerate to a level I can elevate
The men up with the pen, make it mothafuckin' detonate
I wanna it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a place... now...
a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust hyperspeed
Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your
And be behind, I'm a human

I must be like pie crust because I was bred to like I was yeast
And you're never reach these
heights, they're just too high to it
I ain't even reached my fuckin'
You better pick game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna to cheat
'Cause you gotta your eyes to peep
Am I indeed the last of a dying
Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer
And I'm back to rule the kingdom of it
Better not use me as your topic, who brings me up, duck it
Let me it one hundred,
two things be your themes of discussion
The and her husband,
last thing you're gonna be is our subjects, yeah

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh)
I want love, just lead me on
give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
Boom
Boom

Yo, yo, let me hit you
'em I'd get you back
I know you sittin' there thinkin' 'bout who did you that
I am who did you
You trippin', did you
Can't post on Nicki block you sellin' Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, out this Nicki act
this Nicki that, all these bitches piggypack
Nicki back, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah

How dare all them my style
The want
Inna the dance, we a go out time now
I wanna, suicidal
Yeah, on the real I'm these idol
be dumb to make me your rival
'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not
So say prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow
Die slow, die
is a disease, die slow
Die slow, die
Tell her that is a disease, die slow