Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Fuck
You on my dick nigga
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, 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
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' 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 you lost already

Ay yo, me the weed
Pour my ashes out on niggas man
(No doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, kneel
And kiss the ring

(I)
Fuck with soul 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, on my grave
about me, laugh 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 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 stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint

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

(I)
Fuck with your soul 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 love you 'cause you're my
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous

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

Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
Callin' my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just shirts, hangin' with 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, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

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

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' 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 clapped

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole record label 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 rhymes is gon' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss