Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you more
Cookin' raw with the boy
So for one last time I y'all to roar
Now the hell are you waitin for?
me, there 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 y'all me back
hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime

I'm, young H O, Grateful Dead
to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, 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
openin', grand closin'
God your man Hov' cracked the can again

Who you gon' find doper him with no pen
draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you replace him
with cheap imitations for dese

Now can I get an encore, do you more
Cookin' raw the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I y'all 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 will pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to you
you drop a couple 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 fate would it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say

When I come like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to games witchu
to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

take one for your team
And I need you to remember one
(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 want more of the Jigga man?
Well if y'all more of the Jigga man

I need 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
love you Jigga, they love you Jigga!

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

So this here is the lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me
After a year of 16's, it'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 wanna be in the public, send budget
Well fuck it, I ain't

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

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