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

Brace yourself for the main
impatiently 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, flossed out,
I embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, 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 prove you already

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," acting, envy hiding snakes
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and manuscript, just 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 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, 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 through building
Calling my crib and I even give 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, with little Chase
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 work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, 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 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 fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss