Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cocksucker 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 muh'fucker if you want this
I need you to scream, 'til lungs get sore

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

Then I need y'all to help me, bring him 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 you Jigga, they love you Jigga!

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

So this here is the lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me
a year of them 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
fuck it, I ain't budgin'

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

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