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 my style, nigga
Jay-Z"

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

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

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

Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
y'all chapters 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 ether
(Will)
Teach you the king you 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 fuckin'

(I)
Fuck with your like ether
(Will)
you the king you know you
(Not)
"God's son", the belly
(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 on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my

Y'all "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy 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

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

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" 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 king you you
(Not)
"God's son", across the
(Lose)
I prove you lost

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 proud dad, watchin' his only son made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin'
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't me

Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through buildin'
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was you a style for you to run with

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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