Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

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

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

Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
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 soul like ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you lost

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my
Talk about me, laugh 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
these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep
That 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 dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint

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

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

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

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

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased your buildin'
Callin' my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run

Smilin' in my face, glad to break with 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 whip your ass, you in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm kick knowledge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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