Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

(I)
Fuck with your 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 an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the 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 could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep 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 king you you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I you lost already

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, behind 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 streets keep callin', heard it I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up ammo
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 Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say that you better Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, 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 rest in peace, do it niggas

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

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissin' women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your
Callin' my 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, glad to bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
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' it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy 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 chose to name your after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?

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

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

And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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