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 dick
You love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

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

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
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 I ain't influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' fame, kept my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my
Talk me, laugh behind 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 keep callin', it when I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
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 is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

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

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

Smilin' in my face, glad to break 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 still whip your ass, you in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame 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 take my spot,

Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' 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 gunned up and clapped

J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your 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 clapped

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