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 like
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I prove you lost

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all waiting
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the 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 your
at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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 fuckin

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, 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" across the belly, I prove you lost
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 you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I prove you lost

Y'all niggas deal emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I even give you my numbers
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 jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss