Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

yourself for the main 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 could Nas be
at your cartilage

Burner at the of your dome, come outta 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 with your soul ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

I've fucked 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 but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records wanted 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, just sound
When KRS already made an called Blueprint

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better Big
Dick suckin' lips, you let the late, great veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you 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
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with

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

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, 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 rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
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 the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun 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 fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss