Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

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

Now can I get an encore, do you want
raw with 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 Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all me back
Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his

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

On the low but the got a triple deck
But when you Young, the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
openin', grand closin'
God your man cracked the can open again

Who you gon' doper than him with no pen
draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't him
with cheap imitations for dese

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

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

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

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the 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 need you to one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I
From sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you this encore
I you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

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

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

I like the way one feel
It's so soulful man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', how you get me back
After a year of them 16'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
fuck it, I ain't budgin'

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

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