Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all waitin'
like an AIDS 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 embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, it

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all 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', 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 and Cockafella Records wanted beef

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great 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 in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your 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 to be only 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 chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, to break bread with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with 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, tryna' it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
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 to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,

Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine 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?

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take 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
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
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 come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss