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 love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' fame, kept my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

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

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

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 made an album Blueprint

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

(I)
Fuck with 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
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be

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

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

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

Nah, I'm tryna' the shit you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or 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 rock
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

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

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
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 Russell
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

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

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