Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage

Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' fame, kept my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my 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 these keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted

Started up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
KRS already made an album 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" across the belly, I prove you lost
The king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you grow up to be

And now I smile like a 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 called you
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

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

Smilin' in my face, glad to break with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with 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, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
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 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 to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all 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 shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?

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

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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