Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

(I) Fuck with soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(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 kneel and the fuckin ring

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

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 me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran

(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 rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
sad is I love 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 like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, 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 through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just shirts, hanging 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 hoe, trying 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 make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box 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?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole record label gunned 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' come out your fat
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss