Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

Thank you, you
Thank you, far too kind

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

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me
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, Grateful Dead
Back to take the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global
Out the country but the blueberry still

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

Who you gon' find doper than him 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
raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last I need 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
Then you a couple of hits, look how they wave to you

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

When I come back Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play witchu
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 one thing
(One thing)
I came, I saw, I
record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want encore
I need you to scream, your lungs get sore

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

Then I need y'all to help me, bring him 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, love you Jigga!

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

So this is the victory lap
I'm leavin', that's 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 only two

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

did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I cut it
Now look at me, all star
Golfer above par like I

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