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 my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, 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 your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was
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 it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say that you 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 king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

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

And now I smile like a dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your
Callin' my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with

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

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you in a karate class
You hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or 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 your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,

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

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

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

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

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