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 time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you 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
none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah me rap is like 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 connect

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

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

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

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

Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that in just a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status
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
to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

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

Ow, it's star time, this man is
He's killin' all jive turkeys
Do want more of the Jigga man?
Well if y'all more 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 out there?
( Hova, Hova)
Are y'all out C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm 'bout
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 is the victory lap
I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, one point two
And that's two four, and I'm only doin' two

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

Young did it to death, you gotta it
Record companies told me I cut it
Now look at me, all studded
above par like I putted

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