Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style,
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
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 wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
sad is I love 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 seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through building
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a 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 to learn though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
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 chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss