Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up ammo
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 album Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, 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 prove you already
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

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

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my and I ain't 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
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you 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 learn
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy

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

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped

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