Luyện nghe bài hát Majesty

Whatever you say, Mrs. (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
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
G-game over, room, hit them showers now
I got the and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the
I'm buildings, we don't buy the blogs
The Nicki challenge I fly to Prague, uh

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

Uh, yo, who it with Nicki now?
I smoke 'em hippies now
see me, say yippie now
Homes runnin' like now
They switchin' like now
You is iffy now
tune switchin' up
We 'em to Jiffy now
I'm thicker peanut butter
He like 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 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, in Chicago (oh, oh)
My piece, but she's also 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
and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a

tipsy, I'm sober
So she a chip on her shoulder
on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old school is so fucked
Think shit's got pneumonia"
I told her, "Bitch now, just up"
That's why rap needs a
A genre slip, known to up
It's time to it for strep or some tonsillitis
'Cause like what they swab you with when your hurts
That's why is so vital, we need 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, don't wanna brake
I wanna 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 devil and celebrate, together we can
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 right
And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia

I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was
And you're gonna reach these
heights, they're too high to reach it
I ain't even reached my highest
You pick 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 your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I'm back to rule the kingdom of it
not use me as your 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 be is our subjects, yeah

Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have 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
shang-a-lang-a-lang

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 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, just
Yeah, on the I'm these bitches' idol
Gotta be dumb to make me your
I'm too powerful, yeah, you not powerful
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die
Die slow, die
Jealousy is a disease, die
Die slow, die
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die