Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waiting
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? 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 Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
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 your like ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I prove you lost

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy 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 it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, you let the late, great veteran live

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's 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 with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well is hard, hug me, don't 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 even give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
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 to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame 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 company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
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
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and 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 dick-riding fagot, you love the
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask