Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
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 influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you better 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 king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You your soul for riches
My child, watched 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 concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't me

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

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

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
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 Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's

died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to 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 you kept your face in her puss
you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

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

And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you 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 clapped
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and quick

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