Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an 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, left chest, gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage

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 chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian' fame, kept my name in his music, check it

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

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

(I)
Fuck with your soul ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(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, and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face

some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets callin', heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef

Started cockin' up my weapon, loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an 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" the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my 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", across the
(Lose)
I you lost already

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

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

Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with

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

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

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

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and 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
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

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

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