Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your

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

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

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

(I)
Fuck with your soul like
(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, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", actin', envy hidin' snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef

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

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say that you than 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 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 king you you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
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 jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still 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' kick

Nah, I'm kick the shit you need to learn 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 y'all to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

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

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

And, Eminem murdered you on your own
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 record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped

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