Luyện nghe bài hát Encore

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

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

Who you know fresher Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know I'm lyrically at
none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his

I'm, young H O, rap's Dead
Back to take the globe, now break 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, the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin', grand
God your man Hov' cracked the can again

Who you gon' doper 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 more
Cookin' raw with the boy
So for one time I need y'all to roar
(What the hell are you for?)

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

From 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, perfect time to say

When I come back like Jordan, wearin' the five
It ain't to games witchu
It's to aim at you, maim 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
From record sales, to sold out
So muh'fucker if you want encore
I need you to scream, 'til lungs get sore

Ow, it's time, this man is made
killin' all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want 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, 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 love you Jigga, they you Jigga!

I like the way this one
It's so muh'fuckin' 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 year of them 16's, one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm doin' two

You wanted to attention 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 budgin'

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

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