Luyện nghe bài hát Majesty

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

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

'Cause I'm a for you
Boom
Boom

Uh, yo, who want it Nicki now?
I smoke 'em hippies now
see me, say yippie now
Homes like Griffey now
They switchin' sissies now
You is iffy now
Bitches tune up
We take 'em to now
I'm than peanut butter
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 want your love, lead me on
Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom

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

tipsy, I'm sober
So she gets a on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to a
Slick 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, hold up"
why rap needs a doctor
A genre slip, known to up
It's time to check it for strep or some
like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That's why Tribe is so vital, we Q-Tip for the culture

Speed it up a 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, wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level I can elevate
The men up the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a
With the and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a place... now...
a ride with 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 to your right
And be behind, I'm a human

I must be like pie crust I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And never gonna reach these
heights, they're just too to reach it
I ain't even reached my fuckin'
You better another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to
'Cause you gotta open your to peep
Am I the last of a dying breed?
if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I'm to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic, anybody who me up, duck it
Let me it one hundred,
two things shouldn't be your of discussion
The and her husband,
thing you're 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, lead me on
give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a for ya
shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom

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

How dare all them my style
The want
the dance, we a go skin out time now
I wanna, suicidal
Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches'
be dumb to make me your rival
'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not
So say your '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