Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, what? Jay-Z
You been on my dick
You my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', 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 Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef

cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint

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

(I)
Fuck with your soul ether
(Will)
Teach you the 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 you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be

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

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
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 break bread the God
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, 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, work 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 that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

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

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

please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like 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 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 quick

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

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