Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Majesty II

(Crowd cheering)

[Mr.
This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Regime (Laughs)
(Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign representin')

Thunderstorms when mourn fallen angels
Mental mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at angle
Mental mind, niggas wanna tangle

knows 7th Sign got the hoes
Everybody knows we wit' the flows
Shouldn't have to you when it rains wear your coat
It's because we mourn the dope

[Mr.
Manipulatin' metaphors I take credit for
You can rest you'll never more suffer through flaw
You can steady the law;
they'll be harder criminal brushin' the
Tuck in jaw
If your confidence is lower, lead blower
sinus flaired to the odor
Tried to get but just a file folder
Next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless
I'm compound to be a sound
On compact, bolder abstract flava
Drift the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder
Addition to the culture fishin' with these vultures
Enlistment to be held over
Hired wired cobras to work front desk,
Dress the dress, pure no choice but to be less
His ploy to decoy the congress,
Too broke to pay
In a craft he shows his ass, in a conglomerate
Had your staff astonished precise math, dominant

[Mr.
Enchanted romantic mechanics banish
No talents damaged in fragments and silenced
the housing, crowdin' kids
That's pounding playgrounds and
Where missiles went through
So a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse
Raps divorce needs figures
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and
When the greed falls off
The remainder is a hard rock slagged soft
past slop almost crushed by a bus
Not lookin', in a rush, have been a mascot for
I.H.O.P. as human slush, keep it than hush
The diploma for and slight comas
When I bust and then again skins to heavy musk, everready cuts
Coincidentally is simply a melody rush

Thunderstorms when they fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, wanna tangle
365 I'm at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna

Everybody knows 7th Sign got the
Everybody knows we divine the flows
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your
It's because we mourn the dope

[Mr.
rushin', crushin' the sounds
The raggamuffin', got me bustin' them down
A nine milli really make a nigga worship the
kings, courtship is now
Ignite torch for
Quiz of a disguised as a stupid nigga
This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize
White lies turn shades of gray like in November
At the of dismay
My eyes will flicker
Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city sicka punks
Intellectually drunk butter flies in their liver
no ties to the beginning
Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no
Incentive: soul search the whole extensive
Had a low chirp, birth in placenta
and escalated to contender
Pushin' through waitin' for air on mush
Now molest ovaries, finessed
Locally me with respect and royalty - Majesty

"And after you'll call me Your Majesty'"

sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence
No with instruments
But the choke-hold vocals compensate the
Society full of menaces - abnormal

like I'm floatin'
I I'm floatin'
Got me open, I I'm floatin'
No jokin', I'm as my words are spoken
A vibe in groovin', lightening
I feel so