Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, the best? 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 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 ain't
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, it

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

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

(I)
Fuck with your 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, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
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, glad to break bread the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail 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 in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

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

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 take my spot,

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 kept your face in her
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your

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

And, Eminem 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 up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin' up and clapped quick

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