Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

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

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

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

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

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

Who you gon' find doper than him no pen
just draw off
Soon you gon' see you replace him
with cheap imitations for generations

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

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

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

When I come back like Jordan, the four five
It to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

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

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

Then I y'all to help 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 I'm talkin' 'bout
They love you Jigga, they you Jigga!

I like the way this one
It's so soulful man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

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

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

did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I cut it
Now at me, all star studded
Golfer par like I putted

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