Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

Fuck
up niggas, ay yo
I know you talkin' 'bout me dog
You, Fuck 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 you lost already

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

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

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 influenced
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 you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(Lose)
I prove you already

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

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

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

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
To say that you than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, veteran live
(I not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you already
The king is back, my crown at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, watched 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 dissin' women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your
Callin' my and I ain't even give you my numbers
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 Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with Chase

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

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

died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock 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 nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, murdered 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 up and clapped quick

J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Carter 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' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss