Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

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

Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, my name in his music, check it

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

Ay yo, me the weed
Pour my ashes out on these man
(No doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, 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

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 back but in my

Y'all "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 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, sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you 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, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you 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 dissin'
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a 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, hangin' 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' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all 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 rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a box with nine shots 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?

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

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

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

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