Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, 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, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my in his music, check it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face

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

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you than Big
suckin' 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 Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

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

Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

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, hangin' with 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, work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

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

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

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine from 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 mustache havin', with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And man stabbed 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 dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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