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

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

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

Who you find doper than him with no pen
just off inspiration
you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want
raw with the Brooklyn 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 first come in the game, try to play you
Then you drop a of hits, look how they wave to you

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

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the 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 take one for team
And I you to remember one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I
record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this
I you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

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

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

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

So this is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', how you get me back
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 gain 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 ain't

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

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