Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Majesty II

(Crowd cheering)

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

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

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

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

[Mr.
Enchanted romantic will banish
No talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and
Stompin' the housing, crowdin'
That's pounding and courts
Where small went through
So often a sport on the wrong trailing the horse
Raps biggest divorce needs
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and
When the greed falls off
The danger remainder is a hard rock slagged
Walked past slop almost by a bus
Not lookin', in a rush, might have a mascot for
I.H.O.P. as human slush, keep it than hush
The diploma for lust and comas
I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts
Coincidentally is simply a melody rush

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

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

[Mr.
Percussion rushin', the sounds
The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' down
A milli really make a nigga worship the ground
Preparering kings, is now
Ignite for sundown
Quiz of a ninja 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 never flicker
Herbs, got the nerve to when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually drunk with butter in their liver
Have no 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
Incubated and escalated to
Pushin' gush waitin' for air on mush
Now sexually ovaries, finessed
Locally approach me with respect and royalty -

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

Motion sicknes the wickedness from overseas magnificence
No talents instruments
But the vocals compensate the difference
Society full of menaces - residents

It's like I'm
I I'm floatin'
Got me open, I I'm floatin'
No jokin', I'm as my words are spoken
A in groovin', lightening movement
I so exclusive