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

Brace yourself for the event
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, gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my in his music, check it

(I)
Fuck with your soul ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know 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 fuckin'

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
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 prove you lost
The king is back, where my 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 deal with emotions 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, watchin' his son that made it
You seem to be only with dissin' women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
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, to break bread with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' 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, work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' 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 and he's Puffy

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

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with 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?

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

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

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

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