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) Fuck with your 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
Y'all impatiently
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
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) Fuck with soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you 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, y'all kneel and kiss the ring

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my 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 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 sound
When KRS already 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 you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to the shit you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, 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 y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging 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 up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask