Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't talkin' me dog
You, what? Jay-Z
You been on my dick
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

(I)
Fuck your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you lost

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waitin'
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I y'all with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it

(I)
Fuck with soul like ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

Ay yo, pass me the
Pour my ashes out on niggas man
(No doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all
And the fuckin' ring

(I)
with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I you lost already

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my

Y'all some "Well wishers", actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you better Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran
(I not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

(I)
Fuck with your soul ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I you lost already

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous

And now I like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your
Callin' my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, to break bread with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin' up and clapped quick

How of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss