Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Jay-Z
You on my dick nigga
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an 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 napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

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

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

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they 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', hidin' snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

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

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

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

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

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

Or records to disrespect 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 you a style for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, glad to break with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little 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, tryna' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, 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 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 nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of looks?

please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went Jaz to hangin' with 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 clapped

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