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 nigga
You love my style,
Jay-Z"

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waitin'
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
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, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
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 on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it

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

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

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

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

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

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, sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called

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

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

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

And now I smile like a dad, watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissin' women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
my crib 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 bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase

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

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

Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your 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 with nine shots my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of looks?

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

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

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

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