Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big

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

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

(I)
Fuck your soul 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
Pour my ashes out on these man
(No doubt)
Ay, faggots, y'all kneel
And kiss the ring

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit 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 your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef

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

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

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

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

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

Or make records to 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 you a style for you to run with

in my face, glad to break bread 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' knowledge

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

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

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

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the
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 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' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask