Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you talking 'bout me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my nigga, you love my style, nigga
("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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waiting
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I y'all 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, 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, kept my in his music
it

(I) Fuck with your soul ether
(Will) you the king 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 these man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and the fuckin ring

(I) Fuck with your soul ether
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I prove you 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, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
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 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 class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man Un and made you take the blame
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 love the
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss