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 with your like ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(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
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

(I) with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you 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 and kiss the fuckin ring

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

I've been 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)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip 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 need to though
That ether, shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
died 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,
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with shots 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 mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting 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, ask Kiss