Luyện nghe bài hát You're All Welcome

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King of New York, You can have
Dig ya next to Biggie take a nap nap
Little goofy motherf**** in a
Paying for all the hashtags, clever marketing fact

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

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

Then lil n*ggas get dumb, then lil get snuffed
He from Compton, I could turn this lil 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 save it for the 3rd round
gotta finish a verse, I could put him in a hearse 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 you, boy Q the voodoo
Remove you, pull he soul from his abs, rock him out his (Who you)
In my you're boring, ya voice 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, 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 him listen but take a look at his picture now
Heavy lies the head, you know he rest, n*gga bow
Maybe you don't but Shakesphere
I guess Kendrick Othello so get the clear

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

F*** New York I'll save you the trouble, ain't hating I you
Hoping spanking'll humble you down
Shooting for stars and at stars hand 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 to Big L, Mini Pun, let's settle it
Ya clan far Wu-Tang and you not a 2Pac
Maybe a fourth of Jay Z, ya fans you Dot

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