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 the Brooklyn boy
So for one time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you for?
After me, there be no more
So for one last time, make some noise

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

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

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

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

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

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

From Marcy to Square
To the only that matters in just 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 back like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play witchu
It's to aim at you, maim you
If I owe you I'm you to smithereens

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

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

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

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

So here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me
After a year of 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm 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, your budget
Well fuck it, I budgin'

did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all studded
Golfer above par I putted

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