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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waitin'
It's 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 y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
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
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
Hawaiian' 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 you lost already

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

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you 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 already
The king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

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

And now I smile like a 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, they you ugly?
Well, is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or records 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 you a style for you to run with

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

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

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's 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 fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you 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 you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to 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 Russell
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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