Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
like an AIDS 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 with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say that you than Big
Dick suckin' lips, you let the late, great veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" the belly, I prove you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause 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 seem to be concerned with dissin' women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't me

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

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

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

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
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 shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now of your 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, from 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 niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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