Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

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

Now can I get an encore, do you more
Cookin' raw 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 than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know I'm lyrically at
none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime

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

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
just off inspiration
Soon you see you can't replace him
with imitations for dese generations

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

what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will 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 thing matters in just a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's appears
To be at an all high, perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the 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 your
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 this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your get sore

Ow, it's time, this man is made
He's all y'all jive turkeys
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 out there?
( Hova, Hova)
Are out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin'
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 is the victory lap
I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
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 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 budgin'

Young did it to death, you love it
Record companies told me I cut it
Now look at me, all studded
Golfer above par I putted

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