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) Teach you the king you you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I you lost already

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
like 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 with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
With Hawaiin fame, kept 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 prove you already

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say you better 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, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased through your
Calling my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, 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 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 Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you 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, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss