Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't 'bout me dog
You, Fuck Jay-Z
You on my dick 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 already

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

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, it

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

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

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

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

some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much 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 this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called

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 you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

(I)
Fuck your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know 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 your soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous

And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissin' women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called 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 ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

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
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' 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 or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

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

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

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take 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 love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label up and clapped 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 come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss