Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
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 that I ain't
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my in his music, check it

(I)
Fuck your soul 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
my ashes out on these niggas man
(No doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, kneel
And kiss the fuckin'

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
ran out, they 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 behind my but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how 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 ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, 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, let's do it

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your 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 dissin'
Were you abused as a child, 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 gettin' chased your buildin'
Callin' my and I ain't even give you my numbers
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 jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just 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 class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

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

Philly's hot 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 face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now of your looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with like a rat
Compared to 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 murdered you on your own
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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