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

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

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

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

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

(I) Fuck with your soul 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, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, 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" the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting 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
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
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you 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 soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
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 after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with 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 Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
whole damn record label 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' come out fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss