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 with the boy
So for one last time I need to roar
Now what the hell are you for?
After me, there shall be no
So for one last time, nigga make noise

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

I'm, young H O, Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now 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 cracked the can open again

Who you gon' doper than him with no pen
just draw off
Soon you gon' see you replace him
cheap imitations for dese generations

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

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

From Marcy to Madison
To the only thing that matters in just a of years
(Yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status
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 witchu
It's to aim at you, maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

Cocksucker one for your team
And I need you to one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I
From record sales, to sold out
So muh'fucker if you want encore
I need you to scream, your lungs get sore

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

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

I like the way this one
It's so soulful 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 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 your
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 studded
Golfer above par I putted

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