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

(I) Fuck your 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 an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, since '9-1
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, my name in his music
it

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they 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 back but in my
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much 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 this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just 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, veteran live

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I you lost already
The king is back, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased through building
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars 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 karate
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, shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame 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 chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered 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 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, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask