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

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

Brace yourself for the event
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 y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

(I) Fuck with your soul like
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(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 and kiss the fuckin ring

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

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 on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
this 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 it's manuscript, sound stupid
KRS already 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, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
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 run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask