Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waitin'
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? 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 '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, it

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

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed 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 me, laugh behind my back but in my face

Y'all "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this 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
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint

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

(I)
Fuck with your soul ether
(Will)
you the king you know 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, I've you grow up to be famous

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

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

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

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

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

Rockafeller 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, y'all rock
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
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 gettin' girls now of your looks?

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

And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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