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

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

Brace yourself for the main
impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

(I) Fuck with your like ether
(Will) you the king 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 that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy 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 and Cockafella Records wanted 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 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 your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I prove you already

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
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
in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
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 it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all 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 from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask