Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Jay-Z
You on my dick 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 prove you already

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

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage

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

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just 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", actin', envy hidin' 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 beef

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you better Big
Dick suckin' lips, you let the late, great veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your soul for
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
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't me

Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't 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 jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with 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 tryna' get
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose 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 from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' now 'cause of your looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and 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 dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

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

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