Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Encore

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you`re far too kind

[Chorus]
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y`all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

[Verse One]
Who you know fresher than Hov`? Riddle me that
The rest of y`all know where I`m lyrically at
Can`t none of y`all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I`m, young H.O., rap`s Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I`m in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov` cracked the can open again
Who you gon` find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon` see you can`t replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

[Chorus] - 1/2

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}

[Verse Two]
{*sighs*} Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay`s status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain`t to play games witchu
It`s to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I`m blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh`fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, `til your lungs get sore

[Interlude]
OWWWW! It`s star time
This man is MADE! He`s KILLIN all y`all jive turkeys
Do y`all want more of the Jigga man?
Well if y`all want more of the Jigga man
Then I need y`all to help me, bring him back to stage
Say Hova, c`mon say it!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y`all out there? {*crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"*}
Are y`all out there? C`mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that`s what I`m talkin bout
They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!

[Jay-Z]
I like the way this one feel
It`s so muh`fuckin soulful man!
(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Yeah {*crowd still chanting*} okay

[Verse Three]
So this here is the victory lap
Then I`m lea-vin, that`s how you get me back
After a year of them 16`s, it`s one point two
And that`s two point four, and I`m only doin two
You wanted to gain attention new dudes
I can get you BET and TRL too
You wanna be in the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain`t budgin!
Young did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I couldn`t cut it
Now look at me, all star-studded
Golfer above par like I putted
All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this?
You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then you got` spit
A little somethin like this, WOO!

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
{*piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly*}

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Encore Thank you, thank you, thank you, you`re far too kind [Chorus] Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y`all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise [Verse One] Who you know fresher than Hov`? Riddle me that The rest of y`all know where I`m lyrically at Can`t none of y`all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I`m, young H.O., rap`s Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I`m in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God your man Hov` cracked the can open again Who you gon` find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon` see you can`t replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS [Chorus] - 1/2 {What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} [Verse Two] {sighs} Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay`s status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain`t to play games witchu It`s to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I`m blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh`fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, `til your lungs get sore [Interlude] OWWWW! It`s star time This man is MADE! He`s KILLIN all y`all jive turkeys Do y`all want more of the Jigga man? Well if y`all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y`all to help me, bring him back to stage Say Hova, c`mon say it! HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y`all out there? {crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"} Are y`all out there? C`mon, louder! Yeah, now see that`s what I`m talkin bout They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga! [Jay-Z] I like the way this one feel It`s so muh`fuckin soulful man! (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Yeah {crowd still chanting} okay [Verse Three] So this here is the victory lap Then I`m lea-vin, that`s how you get me back After a year of them 16`s, it`s one point two And that`s two point four, and I`m only doin two You wanted to gain attention new dudes I can get you BET and TRL too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain`t budgin! Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn`t cut it Now look at me, all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you got` spit A little somethin like this, WOO! {What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} {piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Encore: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2437.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - It`s Alright (feat. Memphis Bleek) » Jay-Z - The Best Of Both Worlds » Jay-Z - Ain`t No Nigga » Jay-Z - Diamond Is Forever » Jay-Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1) » Jay-Z - Dope Man » Jay-Z - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume One » Jay-Z - U Don`t Know (Remix) » Jay-Z - 8 Miles and Runnin » Jay-Z - 1-900-Hustler » Jay-Z - Naked » Jay-Z - Never Change » Jay-Z - I Did it My Way » Jay-Z - Face Off (feat. Sauce Money) » Jay-Z - Get This Money » Jay-Z - Rap Game / Crack Game » Jay-Z - Allure » Jay-Z - Rap Game/Crack Game » Jay-Z - I Know What Girls Like(feat. Lil` Kim, Puff Daddy) » Jay-Z - Renagade Рекомендуем скачать: » Найк Борзов - Верхом на звезде » Николай Алексеев - Объяснить не могу ни тебе, ни себе... » Настя - У нас нет песни » Никита - Двое на краю обрыва » Наташа Королева - Краденые яблочки » Ноль, Федор Чистяков - Иду курю » Новелла Матвеева - Дождя так и не было... » Никитины - Собака бывает кусачей » Николай Алексеев - Некому двери закрыть... » Наталья Власова - Это будет радость » Н.Трубач - Женская любовь » Новелла Матвеева - Фокусник » Ната - Тайна тай » Наутилус помпилиус - Доктор твоего тела » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Эти реки » Николай Старченков - Возвращаюсь, возвращаюсь... » Ночные Снайперы - Звучи! » Наталья Байрак - Я все свои семь тысяч лет бреду... » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Пессимистия » Наутилус Помпилиус, Вячеслав Бутусов - Музыка
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