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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at 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 keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

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

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 ring

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

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, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already made an 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 you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they 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 you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian 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 Tae-bo hoe, trying to 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 Biggie and 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 fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss