Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, far too kind

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

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

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

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

Who you find doper than him with no pen
just off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't him
with imitations for dese generations

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

Look what you me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to 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, time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, the four five
It ain't to play games
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 one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I
From record sales, to sold out
So muh'fucker if you this encore
I need you to scream, 'til lungs get sore

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

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

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

So this here is the lap
Then I'm leavin', how you get me back
After a of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two four, and I'm only doin' 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, send your
Well fuck it, I budgin'

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

All 'cause the shit I uttered, was utterly
How is this? 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?)