Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't 'bout me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("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
Y'all waiting
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
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 cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an 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 you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with 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 get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, shit that make your 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 that's the guy chose 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 rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, from 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 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 record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss