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

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

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
about me, laugh 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 much can I
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef
cocking 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
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, 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 prove you lost
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your soul for
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, 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 chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to 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 karate
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that make soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
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' come out fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask