Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, 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
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss 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," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly 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 made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill rest 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 emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant 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 you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars 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 thirty-six in a class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
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 of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting 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, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss