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 goofy motherf**** in a
Paying for all the hashtags, clever marketing that's

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

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

lil n*ggas get dumb, then lil n*ggas get snuffed
He from Compton, I could turn lil n*gga ta Blood
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 save it for the 3rd round
Ain't gotta finish a verse, I put him in a hearse now
Every lyric's bezerk, Couldn't beat 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, pull he soul from his abs, him out his Jay's (Who you)
In my opinion you're boring, ya voice annoying, the point is, was
(The media you up)

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

Oh he the king, I get it now, Ok Rodney bless him wit a fitted
Find his crown, sit him
tell him listen but take a look 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

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

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

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

You are no Biggie, tenth of an
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 fans you Dot

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