Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

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

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

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

I'm, young H O, Grateful Dead
Back to over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Express
Out the country but the blueberry connect

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

Who you gon' doper than him with no pen
draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you replace him
with imitations for dese generations

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

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

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

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

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

Then I need y'all to help me, 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 one feel
It's so muh'fuckin' man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So this here is the lap
I'm leavin', that's how you get me back
After a of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only two

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

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

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