Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, Fuck Jay-Z
You on my dick nigga
You love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waitin'
It's like an test, what's 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
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage

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

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

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

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

I've 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 me, laugh behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin'
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep callin', it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef

cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' 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 called

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

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

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

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

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

Smilin' in my face, glad to break with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Hawaiian 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 kick knowledge

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

Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

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

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

And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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