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 need to roar
Now what the hell are you for?
me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, make some noise

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

I'm, young H O, rap's Dead
to take over the globe, now break bread
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 you expect? Yep, yep
openin', grand closin'
God your man Hov' the can open again

Who you gon' find doper than him no pen
draw 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 time I need y'all to roar
(What the hell are you for?)

Look what you me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I my dues, how will 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

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

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

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

Then I need y'all to me, bring him back 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 like the way this one
so muh'fuckin' soulful man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So this here is the lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me
After a of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm 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, your budget
fuck 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 the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is You want to bang
Kanye change, send just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then you spit
A somethin' like this, woo
(What the hell are you for?)