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 time I y'all to roar
Now the hell are you waitin for?
After me, there shall be no
So for one last time, nigga make noise

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

I'm, H O, rap's Grateful Dead
to take 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, the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin', grand
God your man Hov' the can open again

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

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

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

From Marcy to 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 Jordan, wearin' the four five
It ain't to play witchu
It's to aim at you, maim you
If I owe you I'm you to smithereens

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

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

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

I the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin' man
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Yeah,
(Hova, Hova)

So here is the victory 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 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 wanna be in the public, send your
Well it, I ain't budgin'

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

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