Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Majesty II

(Crowd cheering)

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

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

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

[Mr.
Manipulatin' metaphors I take credit for
You can rest assured you'll never more suffer flaw
You can steady the law;
they'll be harder criminal the shores
in your jaw
If your is lower, minus lead blower
sinus to the smallest odor
Tried to get open but just a file
Next man holder, weightless chest a tasteless death
I'm to be a sound souljah
On tracks compact, bolder abstract
Drift like the holdin' a black fist with right shoulder
to the culture went fishin' with these vultures
Enlistment predicted to be over
Hired wired cobras to front desk, smoke
the dress, pure moist 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 trash
Had your staff precise math, most dominant

[Mr.
Enchanted romantic will banish
No talents in fragments unbalanced and silenced
the housing, crowdin' kids
That's pounding and courts
Where small missiles went
So a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse
biggest divorce needs figures
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and
When the greed mood off
The remainder is a hard rock slagged soft
Walked past slop 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 diploma for and slight comas
I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts
Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody

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

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

[Mr.
rushin', crushin' the sounds
The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' them
A nine milli really make a nigga the ground
Preparering kings, is now
torch for sundown
Quiz of a ninja disguised as a nigga
This biz will the unwise and traumatize offenders
lies turn shades of gray like skies in November
At the of dismay
My will never flicker
Herbs, got the nerve to when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually drunk with butter flies in liver
no ties to the beginning
Cold fries, but I've put in work for and dinner, no perks
Incentive: soul search the whole extensive
Had a low chirp, slow birth in
Incubated and escalated to
Pushin' through gush for air on mush
Now molest ovaries, finessed
Locally approach me with respect and royalty -

"And after this call me Your Majesty'"

Motion prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence
No talents instruments
But the choke-hold compensate the difference
Society full of - abnormal residents

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