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 time I need y'all to roar
Now what the are you waitin for?
After me, shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some

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

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

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

Who you gon' find doper than him no pen
draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you replace him
cheap imitations for dese 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 made me do, look I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how they pay you
When you first in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they to you

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

When I come back like Jordan, 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

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 want encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get

Ow, it's star time, this man is
He's killin' all y'all jive
Do y'all want more of the Jigga
Well if y'all want more of the 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 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 soulful man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So this is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me
After a of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two 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 be in the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain't

Young did it to death, you love it
Record told 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 to bang
Send Kanye change, just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then you spit
A little like this, woo
(What the hell are you for?)