Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

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

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, 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 about me, laugh behind my back but in my

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

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

First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the
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 king is back, where my at?
(Ill Will)
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

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 like a proud dad, watchin' his only 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, is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was gettin' through your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, to break bread 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 whip 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
That ether, that shit that make soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's

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

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

Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers a rat
to Beans 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 love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

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