Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all 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, gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage

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

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

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

(I)
Fuck your soul like ether
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(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 just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my
Talk me, laugh behind 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 this and Cockafella Records wanted beef

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

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

(I)
Fuck with your soul like
(Will)
Teach you the you know you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(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 grow up to be

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, called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, reject me

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

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

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

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 hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 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 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 faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and quick

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

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