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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
It's like an 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 embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, 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 you lost already

Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my 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) Teach you the 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, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my (uh)
about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," acting, envy hiding snakes
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 this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
sucking 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't 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 you a style for you to run with
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 little
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, trying to it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss