Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

you, thank 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 need y'all to
Now the hell are you waitin for?
me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, make some noise

Who you fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of know where I'm lyrically at
none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin' me rap is like G rap in his prime

I'm, H O, rap's Grateful Dead
Back to over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Express
Out the but the blueberry 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 your man cracked the can open again

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

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

Look what you made me do, look what I 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 drop a of hits, look how they wave to you

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

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

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 your lungs get

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

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

I the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin' 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 gain attention new
I can get you B E T and T R L too
You wanna be in the public, send budget
Well 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 star
Golfer above par I putted

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