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

Brace for the main event
Y'all waiting
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the 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, gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

(I) Fuck with soul like ether
(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 kiss the fuckin

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
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," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef
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, just sound
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve 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" the belly, I prove you lost already
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) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I prove you already

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased through your
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, to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just 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 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 you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
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 own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole record 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?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask