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')

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

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

[Mr.
Manipulatin' metaphors I full credit for
You can rest assured never more suffer through flaw
You can steady toughen the
they'll be harder brushin' the shores
in your jaw
If your confidence is lower, lead blower
sinus flaired to the smallest
Tried to get open but just a file
Next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless
I'm compound to be a souljah
On tracks compact, bolder abstract
Drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with shoulder
to the culture went fishin' with these vultures
Enlistment predicted to be held
Hired wired cobras to front desk, smoke
Dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be
His to decoy the congress, skills
Too broke to pay
In a craft he shows his ass, in a conglomerate
Had staff astonished precise math, most dominant

[Mr.
Enchanted romantic mechanics will
No talents damaged in unbalanced and silenced
Stompin' the housing, kids
pounding playgrounds and courts
Where missiles went through
So often a sport on the wrong trailing the horse
Raps biggest divorce needs
For me, my weed, food, and cloth
the greed mood falls off
The danger remainder is a hard rock slagged
Walked past almost crushed by a bus
Not lookin', in a rush, might been a mascot for
I.H.O.P. as human slush, keep it than hush
The for lust and slight comas
When I bust and then again works skins to musk, everready cuts
is simply a mystery melody rush

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

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

[Mr.
Percussion rushin', crushin' the
The inner raggamuffin', got me them down
A milli really make a nigga worship the ground
Preparering kings, is now
torch for sundown
Quiz of a disguised as a stupid nigga
This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize
White lies turn shades of like skies in November
At the brink of
My eyes will never
Herbs, got the nerve to when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually drunk butter flies 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, slow in placenta
Incubated and to contender
Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on
Now molest ovaries, finessed
Locally approach me with respect and royalty -

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

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

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