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 dick
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage

Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
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 you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

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

Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
my crib 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 bread with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
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, work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
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 the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
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 your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of 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, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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