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 nigga
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all waitin'
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

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

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

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

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

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

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

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint

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

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

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

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

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

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
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 ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

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

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

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

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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