Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, it

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

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

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

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 me, laugh behind my back but in my face

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

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
KRS already made an album called Blueprint

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

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

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

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

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with

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

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

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that make your burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's

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

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

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

And, murdered 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 quick

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

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