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 my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

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

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
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 niggas man
(No doubt)
Ay, faggots, y'all kneel
And kiss the ring

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've 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 you ugly?
Well, is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your buildin'
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with

Smilin' in my face, glad to bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip 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' knowledge

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

died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all to name your 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
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of looks?

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

And, murdered you on your own shit
You a faggot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped

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

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, just ask