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

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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently 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, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
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 chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

(I) with your 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, pour my ashes out on these man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the ring

(I) with 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 fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella 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 manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album 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 veteran

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip 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 the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy 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 your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
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 from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
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 the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss