Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, far too kind

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

Who you know fresher than Hov'? me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm at
Can't of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin' me rap is hearin' G rap in his prime

I'm, young H O, Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now bread
I'm in, jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still

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

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

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

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

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

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the five
It ain't to games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably you
If I owe you I'm you to smithereens

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

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

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

I like the way one feel
so muh'fuckin' soulful man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So this is the victory lap
I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
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 attention new dudes
I can get you B E T and T R L too
You be in the public, send your budget
fuck it, I ain't budgin'

Young did it to death, you love it
Record companies me I couldn't cut it
Now at me, all star studded
Golfer par like I putted

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