Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
impatiently waitin'
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't 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 your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

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

some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was
this 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 and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions 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 that it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
Callin' my and I ain't even give you my numbers
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 ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', 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 murdered you on own shit
You a faggot, you love 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 gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

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