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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper 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 like ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I you lost already

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that 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 but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef
cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, you let the late, great veteran live

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I you lost 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" the belly
(Lose) I you lost already

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, watched you grow 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 called you
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your
Calling my crib and I 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 bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
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 burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
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 Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, 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?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss