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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my in his music
it

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit 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 hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records 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 manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great live

(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 rest in peace, let's do it

(I) Fuck with your soul ether
(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 soul for
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant 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
in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with Chase
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 to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm to kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss