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 my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

(I)
Fuck with soul like ether
(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
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, it

(I)
with your 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 these man
(No doubt)
Ay, faggots, y'all kneel
And kiss the fuckin'

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

I've been fucked over, for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my
Talk about me, 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 Gay-Z 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 and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great live
(I not lose)
"God's son" the belly, I prove you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin'
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
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, glad to bread with the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian 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, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock 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 kept your in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your

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

And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
Queens 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
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and quick

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