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 my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
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
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
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 some "well wishers," acting, envy hiding snakes
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint
First, ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
sucking 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, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause 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 to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
my crib and I ain't 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 bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask