Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Majesty II

(Crowd cheering)

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

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

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

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

[Mr.
romantic mechanics will banish
No talents in fragments unbalanced and silenced
Stompin' the housing, crowdin'
That's pounding and courts
Where small went through
So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the
Raps biggest needs figures
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and
When the greed falls off
The danger remainder is a hard rock slagged
Walked past almost crushed 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 diploma for lust and slight
When I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, cuts
Coincidentally is a mystery melody rush

Thunderstorms they mourn fallen angels
methodical 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 wit' the
Shouldn't to tell you when it rains wear your coat
It's thunderstoms we mourn the dope

[Mr.
Percussion rushin', the sounds
The inner raggamuffin', got me them down
A nine milli really make a nigga the ground
kings, courtship is now
Ignite torch for
Quiz of a disguised as a stupid nigga
biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders
White lies turn shades of gray like in November
At the brink of
My will never flicker
Herbs, got the to pray when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually with butter flies in their liver
no ties to the beginning
Cold fries, but put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks
soul search the whole earth extensive
Had a low chirp, slow in placenta
Incubated and escalated to
through gush waitin' for air on mush
Now sexually molest ovaries,
Locally approach me with respect and - Majesty

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

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

It's 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