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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waiting
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
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 Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

(I) Fuck with your soul like
(Will) Teach you the king you 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 and kiss the fuckin ring

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran 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 rest in peace, do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even 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 Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
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 tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm to kick the shit you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
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 my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause 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, 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 quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss