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 nigga
You love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, the best? 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 could Nas be
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 ain't
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they 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
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, 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 your soul ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I prove you already

niggas deal with 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 dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I even give you my numbers
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 bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip 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 tryna' knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or 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 company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of looks?

Negro please, you no havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went 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 Russell
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

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

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