Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waitin'
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the 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 Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I 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 soul like ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

I've been fucked over, 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, laugh behind my back but in my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with

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

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

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

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

hot rock 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?

please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
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 Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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