Luyện nghe bài hát You're All Welcome

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

You brought his 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 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 n*ggas is lil get buzz

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

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He gonna get this work, but I'll it for the 3rd round
Ain't finish a verse, I could put him in a hearse now
Every lyric's bezerk, beat with my worst style
"Lawd have mercy" let me 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 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 bless him wit a crown
his crown, sit him down
Would tell him listen but take a at his picture now
Heavy lies the head, you know he rest, little bow
Maybe you but that's Shakesphere
I Kendrick Othello so get the name's clear

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

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

I trying ta change ya, just hip ya to game
To make the transition, the streets to the fame

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

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