Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Fuck
You been on my nigga
You love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

yourself for the main event
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 y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

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

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

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

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

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

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

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this
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, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say that you better Big
suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill rest 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 like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've 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, scared to smile, they called you
Well, is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, to break bread with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
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 whip your ass, you 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' the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy

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

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

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

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

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