Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't talkin' me dog
You, Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick
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 event
impatiently waitin'
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '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 your like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
Dick 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, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be

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

Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
my crib 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 with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' 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' 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 make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

died 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 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 'cause you kept your in her puss
you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
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?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss