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

(I) Fuck with your 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 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
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '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 Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

(I) Fuck your soul like 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, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better Big
Dick lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

(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 rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I 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 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 in a karate 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 kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that make soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
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 my spot, fellas?
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 kept 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 Beans you
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask 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 to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of Biggie's is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask