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

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

Brace yourself for the main
impatiently waiting
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your 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
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just 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," 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 wanted beef
Started up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the to say that you better than Big
Dick 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, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to 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 you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers 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, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask