Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently 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 embrace y'all napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
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 like
(Will)
Teach you the king you 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, faggots, y'all kneel
And kiss the ring

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran
(I not lose)
"God's son" the belly, I prove you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

(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 like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous

And now I smile 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, is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I 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
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
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 tryna' knowledge

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, 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 y'all try to my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots 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 whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

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

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

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