Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you talking 'bout me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style,
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all impatiently
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, out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

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

Hey yo, me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and the fuckin ring

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef
cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great live

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost
The king is back, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased your building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
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 kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
to Beans you wack
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss