Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I 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 with soul like ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you lost

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

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

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

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy snakes
your 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 wanted

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, 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 rest in peace, let's do it niggas

(I)
with your soul like ether
(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 your for riches
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, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
Callin' my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
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 ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all 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 my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' now 'cause of your looks?

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

J.J. Evans get up and clapped 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 is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask