Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(I)
Fuck your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know 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 you're my
You your soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous

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

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, glad to break with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, with 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, tryna' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick

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

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

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 face in her
you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

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

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
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 whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little gettin' gunned up and clapped quick

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