Luyện nghe bài hát You're All Welcome

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

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

Put the fuel to fire, gave him true desire, a writer (true)
Dre gave him a shot, only to do was fire (cool)
See I hatin this a**whippin is love
The with lil n*ggas is lil n*ggas get buzz

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

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

Turn this Top Dawg to a poodle, I'll school you, boy Q the
Remove you, pull he soul from his abs, 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 him wit a fitted crown
his crown, sit him down
Would tell him listen but take a look at his now
Heavy lies the head, you know he rest, n*gga bow
you don't but that's Shakesphere
I Kendrick Othello so get the name's clear

3]
Kendrick, Kendrick, I want 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 spanking'll humble you down
Shooting for stars and shooting at stars and hand
Ampersand, the pressure of press, the of fans

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

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

Subpar to Nasir, 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