Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Jay-Z
You been on my nigga
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's 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 napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave 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 like ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped 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", friendly actin', envy snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep callin', heard it I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better 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 king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

And now I like a proud dad, watchin' 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, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with 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, tryna' work it out, you 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 make soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

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

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
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 your own
You a faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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