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 hell are you for?
After me, there be no more
So for one last time, make some noise

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

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

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

Who you gon' find doper him with no pen
just off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you replace him
with cheap for dese 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 me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how they pay you
When you first 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 that matters in a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all time high, perfect to say goodbye

When I come back Jordan, wearin' the four five
It to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably you
If I owe you I'm you to smithereens

Cocksucker take one for 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 this
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get

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

I need y'all 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 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 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 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 budget
Well it, I ain't budgin'

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

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