Luyện nghe bài hát You're All Welcome

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King of New York, You can have
Dig ya grave next to take a nap nap
Little goofy motherf**** in a
Paying for all the hashtags, clever that's fact

You his album get your cash back
Let me you all with a flashback
See he's the little freshman that
Jay took his spot a year ago that was good

Put the fuel to fire, gave him true desire, dude a (true)
Dre him a shot, only thing to do was fire (cool)
See I ain't hatin this a**whippin is
The problem with lil n*ggas is lil n*ggas get

Then lil n*ggas get dumb, then lil get snuffed
He from Compton, I turn this lil n*gga ta Blood
But I'd rather lil n*gga a hug
OG Donny Johnson, lil is cuz

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He gonna get this work, but I'll save it for the 3rd
Ain't finish a verse, I could put him in a hearse now
Every lyric's bezerk, Couldn't with my worst style
"Lawd have mercy" let me take him to now

Turn this Top Dawg to a poodle, I'll school you, boy Q the
Remove you, pull he soul his abs, rock him out his Jay's (Who you)
In my opinion you're boring, ya annoying, the point is, was disappointed
(The hyped you up)

If you a I'm Persues, When I'm writing, exciting, inciting
Riots of violence, when I'm (What)

Oh he the king, I get it now, Ok Rodney bless him wit a crown
Find his crown, sit him
Would him listen but take a look at his picture now
Heavy lies the head, you know he rest, little bow
you don't but that's Shakesphere
I guess Kendrick Othello so get the name's

3]
Kendrick, Kendrick, I don't your friendship
Don't need a feature, wouldn't pay for a
F*** a deal and I don't want attention
All I really is to teach the people a lesson

F*** New York save you the trouble, ain't hating I love you
Hoping this spanking'll you down
Shooting for stars and shooting at stars and hand
Ampersand, the pressure of press, the demand of

I ain't trying ta ya, just hip ya to game
To make the transition, the streets to the fame

You are no Biggie, tenth of an
case to Big L, Mini Pun, let's settle it
Ya far from Wu-Tang and you not a 2Pac
Maybe a fourth of Jay Z, ya labeled you Dot

to Nasir, outclassed by Outkast
No UGK, NWA, doubt
You can't even up with Slaughterhouse
Do me a favor take off your daughter's blouse, n*gga