Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
you, you're far too kind

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

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

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

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' cracked the can again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I the way this one feel
It's so 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 year of them 16's, it's one two
And that's two point four, and I'm only two

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

did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies me I couldn't 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?)