Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, you're far too

Now can I get an encore, do you more
raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last I need y'all to roar
Now what the are you waitin for?
After me, shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make noise

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

I'm, young H O, Grateful Dead
Back to over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Express
Out the country but the still connect

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

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

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

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

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

When I come like Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play games
It's to aim at you, probably you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

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

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

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

I the way this one feel
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 year of them 16's, it's one two
And that's two point four, and I'm only two

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

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

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