Luyện nghe bài hát Majesty

you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just me on
Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom

Uh, uh, yo, I got the and the power now
The G5'll get me out there in an now
The MAC movin' crack, I'm sellin' powder now
over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, the catalogue
I'm buildings, we don't buy the blogs
The Nicki when I fly to Prague, uh

I'm a sucker for you
Boom
Boom

Uh, yo, who want it Nicki now?
I 'em like hippies now
They see me, say now
Homes like Griffey now
They switchin' like now
You is iffy now
tune switchin' up
We take 'em to now
I'm thicker than butter
He nuttin' Skippy now
He want me to be his
His misses sippy now, uh

you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh)
I want love, just lead me on
Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
Boom
shang-a-lang-a-lang

She invites me to the
Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh)
My side piece, but she's someone's wife
So time we spend is
But it's our
Right here, fuck
moments like these are to die for
And clear all
Nice and easy as hair I'm bleaching it blonde
So we got that in a bottle

She's tipsy, I'm
So she gets a chip on her
Sits on the sofa, I go to a
Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old hip-hop is so fucked
Think that got pneumonia"
I told her, "Bitch now, just up"
why rap needs a doctor
A genre slip, known to up
It's time to check it for strep or some
'Cause what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That's why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the

it up a little bit
You dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight
I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin'
And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna brake
I accelerate to a level that I can elevate
The men up with the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin'
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a
With the and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop weights, and I'ma get a special place... now...
Take a ride with me, hop into my machine
take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like I'm a meteorite and love, fuck a knee to your right
And be behind, I'm a human

I must be pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And you're never gonna reach
heights, they're too high to reach it
I even reached my fuckin' highest
You better another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna to cheat
'Cause you gotta your eyes to peep
Am I indeed the of a dying breed?
Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer
And I'm back to rule the of fuck it
not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me it one hundred,
two shouldn't be your themes of discussion
The and her husband,
last thing gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just me on
Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm a sucker for ya
Boom
Boom

Yo, yo, let me hit you
Told 'em I'd get you
I know you sittin' there just 'bout who did you that
I am who did you
You trippin', did you
Can't post on Nicki block unless you Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this act
this Nicki that, all these bitches piggypack
Nicki back, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah

How dare all mirror my style
The want
Inna the dance, we a go skin out now
I wanna, suicidal
Yeah, on the real I'm these idol
Gotta be dumb to me your rival
'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die
Die slow, die
is a disease, die slow
Die slow, die
her that jealousy is a disease, die slow