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

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waiting
It's an AIDS 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 with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
these streets keep 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 it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you 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, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your 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 with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a class
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, 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 fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
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, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss