Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, far too kind

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

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

I'm, young H O, rap's Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global
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
openin', grand closin'
God your man Hov' cracked the can again

Who you gon' find than him with 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
Cookin' raw the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I y'all to roar
(What the are you waiting for?)

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

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

When I come back Jordan, wearin' the four five
It to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin' you to

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

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

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

I like the way one feel
so muh'fuckin' soulful 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 year of 16's, it's one point two
And that's two four, and I'm only doin' 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, send budget
Well fuck it, I ain't

Young did it to death, you gotta it
Record told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all studded
Golfer above par I putted

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