Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

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

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 your 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 these man
(No doubt)
Ay, faggots, y'all kneel
And the fuckin' ring

(I)
Fuck with soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the 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 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', envy hidin'
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin', it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already an album called 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, great 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 rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that it
You seem to be concerned with 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 gettin' through 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

Smilin' in my face, to break bread with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
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 thirty-six in a karate
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

died 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 hoes, y'all rock 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 from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 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 Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

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

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

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