Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

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

Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, it

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin'
With 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 Records beef

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

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

(I)
Fuck with soul like ether
(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 you grow up to be famous

And now I like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to me, blatant 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 gave you a for you to run with

in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
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 karate
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' 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 he's

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

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face 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 stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, from Jaz to hangin' with 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 gunned up and quick

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

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