Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want
Cookin' raw with the boy
So for one last time I y'all to roar
Now the hell are you waitin for?
me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga some noise

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me
The rest of y'all know where I'm at
Can't none of y'all me back
Yeah hearin' me rap is hearin' G rap in his prime

I'm, young H O, rap's Grateful
Back to take over the globe, now break
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global
Out the country but the still connect

On the low but the got a triple deck
But you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin', closin'
God man Hov' cracked the can open again

Who you gon' find doper than him no pen
draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you replace him
with imitations for dese generations

Now can I get an encore, do you want
Cookin' raw the Brooklyn boy
So for one time I need y'all to roar
(What the are you waiting for?)

what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how they pay you
When you come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how wave to you

Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing matters in just a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the five
It ain't to play witchu
It's to aim at you, maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

take one for your team
And I need you to remember one
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I
From record sales, to sold out
So muh'fucker if you want encore
I need you to scream, 'til lungs get sore

Ow, star time, this man is made
He's all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga
Well if y'all more of the Jigga man

Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to
Say Hova, c'mon say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out
( Hova, Hova)
Are out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin'
They you Jigga, they love you Jigga!

I like the way this one
It's so muh'fuckin' man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me
After a of them 16's, it's one point two
And two point four, and I'm only doin' two

You wanted to attention new dudes
I can get you B E T and T R L too
You be in the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain't

Young did it to death, you gotta it
Record told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star
above par like I putted

All 'cause the shit I uttered, was utterly
How sick is this? You to bang
Send Kanye change, send just dust
Hip a grip, then you got' spit
A little like this, woo
(What the hell are you for?)