Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

Brace 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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '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
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", 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 fuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggas deal emotions 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 like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made 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 ain't even you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, glad to bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip ass, you thirty-six 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' kick the you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's

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

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

please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
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
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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