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 mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna

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

[Mr.
metaphors I take full credit for
You can rest assured never more suffer through flaw
You can steady toughen the
be harder criminal brushin' the shores
Tuck in jaw
If your confidence is lower, minus blower
sinus to the smallest odor
Tried to get but just a file folder
Next man style holder, weightless chest a death
I'm to be a sound souljah
On tracks compact, abstract flava
Drift like the mist holdin' a fist with right shoulder
Addition to the went fishin' with these vultures
Enlistment predicted to be held
Hired wired cobras to work front desk,
Dress the dress, pure no choice but to be less
His ploy to decoy the congress,
Too to pay homage
In a he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate
Had your staff astonished precise math, dominant

[Mr.
Enchanted romantic mechanics will
No talents damaged in fragments and silenced
the housing, crowdin' kids
That's pounding playgrounds and
small missiles went through
So a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse
Raps divorce needs figures
For me, my weed, food, and cloth
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 lower hush
The for lust and slight comas
When I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, cuts
Coincidentally is simply a mystery rush

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

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

[Mr.
Percussion rushin', crushin' the
The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' them
A nine milli make a nigga worship the ground
kings, courtship is now
Ignite for sundown
Quiz of a ninja disguised as a nigga
This biz injure the unwise and traumatize offenders
White lies turn shades of like skies in November
At the brink of
My eyes will flicker
Herbs, got the to pray when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually drunk butter flies in their liver
Have no to the beginning
Cold fries, but put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks
Incentive: soul search the earth extensive
Had a low chirp, slow birth in
Incubated and to contender
Pushin' gush waitin' for air on mush
Now sexually ovaries, finessed
Locally me with respect and royalty - Majesty

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

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

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