Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, 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 Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my in his music, check it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
just 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', envy snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was
That this 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
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
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 king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous

And now I like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned dissin' women
you abused 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, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with

in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate
You hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all 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 nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you gettin' girls now of your looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man Un and made 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 dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
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, ask Kiss