Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, 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 could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," acting, envy hiding snakes
your hands 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 loading up ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, 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 in peace, let's do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even 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, with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you 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 the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, 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
Foxy got you hot 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 stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to 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, R-O-C get gunned up and 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 shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss