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

(I) with 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 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 y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
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 Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff 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
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and 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 manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, veteran live

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you already
The is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal emotions like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
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 me, blatant 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 for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
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 your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm to kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
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 name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you 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 quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss