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 love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave
Talk me, laugh 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 streets keep callin', heard 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 dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, 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 you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal with 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 like a proud dad, watchin' his son that made it
You seem to be only concerned dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't me

Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my
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 bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with Chase

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 tryna' kick

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame 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 chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your 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 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
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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