Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
impatiently waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

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

Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave chapters 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 prove you already

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

(I)
Fuck your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you 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 that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face

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

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you already
The is back, where my crown 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 deal with like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his 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 to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your
Callin' my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

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

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

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

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

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

please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
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
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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