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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an 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 y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, 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
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , fagots, y'all 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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped 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 "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your 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 up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick lips, whyn't 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, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your for riches
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 with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through 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, 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 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 kick
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 Puffy
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
Ne-gro
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss