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 for?
After me, shall 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 where I'm at
Can't none of y'all me back
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 but the blueberry still connect

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

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

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

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

Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing 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 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 record sales, to sold out
So if you want this encore
I you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

Ow, it's star time, this man is
He's killin' all y'all jive
Do want more 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, say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out there?
( Hova, Hova)
Are y'all out C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's I'm talkin' 'bout
They love you Jigga, they you Jigga!

I like the way this one
so muh'fuckin' soulful man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So here is the victory lap
Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me
After a of them 16's, it's one point 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, 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 at me, all star studded
Golfer par like I putted

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