Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

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

Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
Hawaiian' Sophie 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", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

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

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

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you than 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 in peace, let's do it niggas

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

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

And now I smile like a dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I 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
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 whip ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

hot rock 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 face in her
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of looks?

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, from 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 to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned 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