Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my nigga
You love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waitin'
It's like an 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 y'all with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
With Hawaiian' 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", the belly
(Lose)
I you lost already

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

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

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

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin'
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets keep callin', heard it I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records wanted beef

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

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

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

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

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

Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just shirts, hangin' 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 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 burn slow
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 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 shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
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 Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went 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 Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record gunned 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 rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss