Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't '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 lost

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

Burner at the side of your dome, come 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, my name in his music, check it

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

Ay yo, me the weed
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 you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already made an 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" across the belly, I prove you already
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

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

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

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

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

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your 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' knowledge

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
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 take my spot,

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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