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 y'all to
Now what the are you waitin for?
After me, there be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some

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

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

On the low but the yacht got a deck
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
draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you 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 I need y'all to roar
(What the hell are you for?)

Look what you made me do, look 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 couple of hits, how they wave to you

From Marcy to Square
To the thing that matters in just a matter of years
(Yea)
As fate would have it, status appears
To be at an all time high, time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the four
It ain't to play games
It's to aim at you, probably you
If I owe you I'm you to smithereens

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

Ow, star time, this man is made
killin' all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the man?
Well if y'all want more of the 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 love you Jigga, 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
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 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 fuck it, I budgin'

Young did it to death, you gotta it
Record companies me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star
Golfer par like I putted

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