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

Brace yourself for the main
impatiently waitin'
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
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 soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you 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 fuckin'

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

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

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

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up 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, you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran 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)
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 deal with emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be

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

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't 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
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, 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 soul slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame 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 chose to name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

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

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
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 label up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

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