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 nigga
You love my style,
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 lost

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

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, 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 you lost already

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

(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, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face

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

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you than Big
Dick lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you already
The is back, where my crown 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 you lost already

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with 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, blatant or
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't 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 Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian shirts, hangin' 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 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 though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all 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 my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause 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 you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love 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
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

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