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

You brought his album get cash back
Let me enlighten you all with a
See the little freshman that could
Jay took his spot a year ago that was good

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

Then lil n*ggas get dumb, then lil n*ggas get
He Compton, I could turn this 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 work, but I'll save it for the 3rd round
Ain't finish a verse, I could put him in a hearse now
Every lyric's bezerk, Couldn't with my worst style
"Lawd have mercy" let me take him to now

Turn this Top Dawg to a poodle, school you, boy Q the voodoo
Remove you, he soul from his abs, rock him out his Jay's (Who you)
In my opinion you're boring, ya voice annoying, the point is, was
(The hyped you up)

If you a titan I'm Persues, 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 fitted
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 don't but that's
I guess Kendrick Othello so get the clear

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

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

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

You are no Biggie, tenth of an
Lower case to Big L, Pun, let's settle it
Ya clan far from 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 keep up with Slaughterhouse
Do me a favor take off your daughter's blouse, n*gga