Luyện nghe bài hát You're All Welcome

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

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

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

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

2]
He gonna get this work, but I'll it for the 3rd round
gotta 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 him to church now

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

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

Oh he the king, I get it now, Ok Rodney him wit a fitted crown
his crown, sit him down
Would tell him listen but a look at his picture now
Heavy the head, you know he rest, little n*gga bow
Maybe you don't but that's
I guess Othello so get the name's clear

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

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

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

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

Subpar to Nasir, by Outkast
No UGK, NWA, doubt
You even keep up with Slaughterhouse
Do me a take off your daughter's blouse, little n*gga