Luyện nghe bài hát Majesty

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

Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the now
The G5'll get me out in an hour now
The MAC movin' crack, I'm sellin' powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them now
I got the trophies and the
did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
I'm buyin' buildings, we buy the blogs
The challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

'Cause I'm a for you
Boom
shang-a-lang-a-lang

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

you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh)
I your love, just lead me on
give 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, in Chicago (oh, oh)
My side piece, but she's also someone's
So time we spend is
But our moment
Right here, fuck
'Cause moments like are to die for
And clear all
Nice and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it
So we got that lightning in a

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

it up a little bit
You ain't dealin' with a fuckin'
I used to until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache
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 detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I set a date
With the and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a place... now...
Take a ride with me, hop into my machine
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust hyperspeed
Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a to your right
And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia

I must be like pie crust I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And never gonna reach these
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 decide to cheat
you gotta open your eyes to peep
Am I indeed the last of a dying
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 to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me it one hundred,
two things shouldn't be your themes of
The and her husband,
last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects,

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh)
I your love, just lead 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 thinkin' who did you that
I am who did you
You trippin', did you
Can't post on block unless you sellin' Nicki crack
Here, take a pack, check out this Nicki act
Nicki this Nicki that, all these 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 out time now
I wanna, just
Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches'
Gotta be to make me your rival
'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not
So say your prayers 'cause you to die slow
Die slow, die
is a disease, die slow
Die slow, die
Tell her that is a disease, die slow