Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't 'bout me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's like an AIDS test, 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
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

Hey yo, pass me the weed, 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 like
(Will) you the king 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 that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up 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 to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, veteran 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 rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all deal 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 grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just shirts, hanging 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, trying to work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
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 hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss