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 on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

(I) Fuck your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you 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 hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, to break 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 Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
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 whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask