Luyện nghe bài hát You're All Welcome

1]
King of New York, You can that
Dig ya grave next to take a nap nap
Little goofy motherf**** in a
Paying for all the hashtags, marketing that's fact

You brought his album get your cash
Let me enlighten you all with a
See he's the little that could
Jay took his spot a ago that lesson was good

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

Then lil n*ggas get dumb, then lil get snuffed
He from Compton, I could turn this lil n*gga ta
But I'd rather give lil a hug
OG Johnson, lil n*gga 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 beat my worst style
"Lawd have mercy" let me take him to now

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

If you a titan I'm Persues, 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 tell him listen but take a at his picture now
Heavy the head, you know he rest, little n*gga bow
Maybe you don't but Shakesphere
I guess Kendrick so get the name's clear

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

F*** New York I'll save you the trouble, ain't hating I you
Hoping this spanking'll you down
Shooting for stars and shooting at hand 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, from the to the fame

You are no Biggie, of an Eminem
Lower case to Big L, Pun, let's settle it
Ya clan far 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 take off your daughter's blouse, little n*gga