Luyện nghe bài hát Ether II

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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waitin'
It's 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, left chest, face
How could Nas be
at your cartilage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First, ya man, then you got the nerve
To say you better than Big
Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great live
(I not lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I you lost already
The is back, where 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 niggas with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your 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 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 me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even 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
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
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 your ass, you thirty-six in a 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 though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame 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 chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?

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

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

And, Eminem murdered you on 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. 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 of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss