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 my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, kneel 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 prove you lost

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 back but in my
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
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 sound
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
my crib and I ain't even 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
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame 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 to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask