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 been on my dick nigga, you my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

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

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

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella 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, just stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, 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?
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, 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 little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you 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 to kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
died 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, rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine 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, with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you 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
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
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 last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask