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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all waiting
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
your hands 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 ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS made 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 already
The king is back, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's 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 deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you 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 the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
died 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, rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem 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 quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss