Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waitin'
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 embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

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
y'all 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)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you lost

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

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

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

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

cockin' 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
KRS already made an album called Blueprint

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 you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

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

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

Or make 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, glad to break bread the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
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 Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

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

died 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 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
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?

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

And, murdered 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 gunned up and clapped

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

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