Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't talkin' me dog
You, Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick
You my style, nigga
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
impatiently waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big

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

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
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 soul like ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I you lost already

Ay yo, me the weed
Pour my 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 already

I've been fucked over, for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
about 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 these keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef

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

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 in peace, let's do it niggas

(I)
with 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 deal emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous

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

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

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just shirts, hangin' with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your ass, you thirty-six 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 you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame 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 name 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 pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now of your looks?

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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