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 dick
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

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

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

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

(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 on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
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 keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and 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 it's manuscript, just sound
When KRS already an album called Blueprint

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say that you better Big
Dick suckin' lips, 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, do it niggas

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

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

And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin'
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, 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 give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

in my face, glad 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 your ass, you in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

Nah, I'm tryna' the shit you need to learn though
ether, that shit 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 company
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,

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 your in her puss
What you think, you gettin' now 'cause of your looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And man stabbed Un and made you take 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 love the
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get up and clapped quick

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

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