Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
like 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
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

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

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

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they 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

Y'all some "Well wishers", actin', envy 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 Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

Started cockin' up my weapon, loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
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 that you better Big
Dick lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin'
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' chased through your
Callin' my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, glad to break 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' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and 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, 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 shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now of your 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 from Jaz to hangin' Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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