Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, far too kind

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

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

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

On the low but the got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the you expect? Yep, yep
openin', grand closin'
God man Hov' cracked the can open again

Who you gon' find doper him with no pen
just off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you replace him
with cheap for dese generations

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

Look what you made me do, look what I for you
if I paid 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 Marcy to Square
To the only thing that matters in a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all time high, perfect to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, the four five
It ain't to games witchu
It's to aim at you, maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

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

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

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

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

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

You to gain attention new dudes
I can get you B E T and T R L too
You wanna be in the public, send your
fuck it, I ain't budgin'

Young did it to death, you love it
Record told me I couldn't cut it
Now at me, all star studded
Golfer par like I putted

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