Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog
You, Fuck Jay-Z
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", the belly
(Lose)
I you lost already

Brace for the main event
Y'all waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, 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 with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

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

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

Ay yo, pass me the
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 you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you already

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed 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 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 Gay-Z and Cockafella 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 manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint

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

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You your soul 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 seem to be only concerned with women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased 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 with 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 your 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' kick

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

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

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 face in her
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of looks?

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers a rat
Compared to you wack
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 the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, 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