Luyện nghe bài hát Majesty

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh)
I want your love, lead me on
give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
Boom
Boom

Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the now
The get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin' crack, I'm sellin' powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit 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 challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

I'm a sucker for you
Boom
Boom

Uh, yo, who want it with now?
I smoke 'em hippies now
see me, say yippie now
Homes like Griffey now
They like sissies now
You is iffy now
Bitches switchin' up
We 'em to Jiffy now
I'm thicker than peanut
He nuttin' Skippy now
He want me to be his
His like sippy now, uh

you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh)
I your 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 is borrowed
But our moment
Right here, tomorrow
moments like these are to die for
And she's all
Nice and easy as hair when I'm it blonde
So we got that lightning in a

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

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 on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level I can elevate
The men up with the pen, make it mothafuckin' detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I set a date
With the devil and celebrate, we can renovate
And hella weights, and I'ma get a special place... now...
Take a ride me, hop into my time machine
I'ma the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your
And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia

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 pick game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna to cheat
you gotta open your eyes to peep
Am I indeed the last of a breed?
Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer
And I'm back to rule the of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic, anybody who me up, duck it
Let me it one hundred,
two things be your themes of discussion
The and her husband,
last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects,

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just me on
give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
Boom
shang-a-lang-a-lang

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

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