Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain't talkin' me dog
You, what? Fuck
You been on my dick
You my style, nigga
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 already

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all waitin'
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big

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

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes 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", across the
(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 fuckin'

(I)
Fuck with your soul ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you 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, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", 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 Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

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

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" across the belly, I prove you already
The king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your 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 to be only concerned with dissin' 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 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 style for you to run

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

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

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

Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all 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 with shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' now 'cause of your looks?

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
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
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

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