Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
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, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept 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 prove you lost

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

(I)
Fuck with your soul ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you 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, shit on me, spit on my
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, glad to bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just shirts, hangin' with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit 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, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
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, from Jaz to hangin' with 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 clapped

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

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