Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

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

Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all 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 lost

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

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

I've been 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, shit on me, on my grave
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face

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

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up 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, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you 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 king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your 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 concerned dissin' women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
my crib 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 Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little

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' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

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

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man 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 faggot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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 gettin' up and clapped quick

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