Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog
You, Fuck Jay-Z
You on my dick nigga
You love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

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

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I y'all 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 since
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
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 soul ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I you lost already

Ay yo, me the weed
my ashes out on these niggas 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", across the
(Lose)
I you lost already

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

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

Started 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
KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say you better than 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 king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

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

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

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my 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 bread the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with 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 get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

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

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

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And man stabbed Un and made 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 the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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