Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want
Cookin' raw with the boy
So for one last I need y'all to roar
Now the hell are you waitin for?
After me, there shall be no
So for one last time, nigga make noise

Who you know fresher than Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm at
Can't none of y'all mirror me
Yeah hearin' me rap is like G rap in his prime

I'm, H O, rap's Grateful Dead
Back to over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Express
Out the country but the still connect

On the low but the yacht got a triple
But when you Young, what the fuck you Yep, yep
openin', grand closin'
God your man Hov' cracked the can again

Who you gon' find doper than him no pen
draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't him
with cheap for dese generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want
Cookin' raw with the boy
So for one last time I need y'all to
(What the are you waiting for?)

Look what you made me do, what I made for you
Knew if I my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to you
you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you

From to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would have it, status appears
To be at an all time high, perfect to say goodbye

When I come like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play witchu
to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

take one for your team
And I you to remember one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I
From sales, to sold out concerts
So if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your get sore

Ow, it's time, this man is made
He's killin' all y'all turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga
Well if want more of the Jigga man

Then I need y'all to help me, bring him to stage
Say Hova, say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out there?
( Hova, Hova)
Are out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin'
They love you Jigga, love you Jigga!

I the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin' man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one two
And two point four, and I'm only doin' two

You wanted to attention new dudes
I can get you B E T and T R L too
You wanna be in the public, send budget
Well fuck it, I budgin'

Young did it to death, you gotta it
Record companies me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star
Golfer par like I putted

All 'cause the I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this? You want to
Send Kanye change, send just dust
Send Hip a grip, then you got'
A little somethin' this, woo
(What the hell are you for?)