Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all waitin'
like an AIDS 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 cartilage

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
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' Sophie fame, my name in his music, check it

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

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

(I)
Fuck with 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, dissed and
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my

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

Started cockin' up my weapon, 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 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 prove you lost
The king is back, where my 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

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

And now I smile a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, 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 gettin' chased through your
Callin' my 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, glad to break with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' little Chase

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

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

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 fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,

hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of 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 your own
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Shaun 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' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss