Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

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

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great live
(I not lose)
"God's son" the belly, I prove you lost 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 you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son made it
You seem to be concerned with dissin' women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject 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 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
Just Hawaiian shirts, 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' it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

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

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

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

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

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
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 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' come out fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask