Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't '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)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I prove you lost

Brace yourself for the main
impatiently waitin'
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, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my 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 already

Ay yo, me the weed
Pour my ashes out on niggas 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 you lost already

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
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 prove you lost
The king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son made it
You seem to be concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

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

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

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

Nah, I'm tryna' the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame 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 chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you 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
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn 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 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