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

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

(I) Fuck your soul like ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(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 fuckin

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," acting, envy hiding snakes
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
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 veteran

(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 Will rest in peace, let's do it

(I) Fuck with soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you 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 grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
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 burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all chose to name company after?
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 with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered 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 clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
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?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss