Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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 y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you than Big
suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great 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)
with your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I you lost already

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

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

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your
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' little Chase

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

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And the guy y'all chose 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 fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?

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

And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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