Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all 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 y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' fame, kept 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 prove you already

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

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

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

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

Started up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, you let the late, great 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, do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your soul 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 with dissin' women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, is hard, hug me, don't reject me

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

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

died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
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 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 Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

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

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

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