Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big

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

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

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left 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
Talk about me, laugh 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 wanted beef

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

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You your soul 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 concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

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

in my face, glad to break bread 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 your ass, you thirty-six in a 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, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

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

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

please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
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 the attention
niggas 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 damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

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