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 love my style,
Jay-Z"

(I)
Fuck with soul 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 like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big

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

Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave chapters 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 you lost already

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

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

Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy snakes
With your 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 explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint

First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great 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, let's do it

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

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

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

Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your
Callin' my crib and I ain't give 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 bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little

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

Nah, I'm tryna' the shit you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy

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

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

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

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

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