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 love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

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

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

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

(I)
Fuck with your like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(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 the fuckin' ring

(I)
Fuck with your soul like
(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, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy 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 and Cockafella Records 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, just sound
When KRS made an album called Blueprint

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
Dick 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)
Fuck with your like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I you lost already

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

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

Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
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

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

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip 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' kick

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

Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
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 fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your

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

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

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

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