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 been on my nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I y'all with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
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, pour my out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

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

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, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
KRS already 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" the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
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 and I ain't even 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 bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your 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 trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
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 hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers 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 dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss