Luyện nghe bài hát You're All Welcome

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

You his album get your cash back
Let me enlighten you all with a
See the little freshman 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 hatin this is love
The problem lil n*ggas is lil n*ggas get buzz

Then lil get dumb, then lil n*ggas get snuffed
He Compton, I could turn this lil n*gga ta Blood
But I'd rather give lil 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 gotta finish a verse, I could put him in a now
Every lyric's bezerk, Couldn't beat with my worst
"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 from his abs, rock him out his (Who you)
In my opinion boring, ya voice annoying, the point is, was disappointed
(The media you up)

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

Oh he the king, I get it now, Ok Rodney him wit a fitted crown
Find his crown, sit him
Would tell him listen but take a look at his 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 want your friendship
Don't a feature, wouldn't pay for a sentence
F*** a record deal and I don't want
All I really want is to teach the people a

F*** New York I'll save you the trouble, 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 change ya, hip ya to game
To the transition, from the streets to the fame

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

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