Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all 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 embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my in his music
it

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
When KRS already made an album called
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 already
The is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill rest in peace, let's 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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
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 women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to 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 gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your 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 kick the you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame 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 hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
Ne-gro
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask