Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you talking '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" the belly
(Lose) I prove you already

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's an AIDS 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 napalm
up, no guts, left 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 that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

(I) with your 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 the fuckin ring

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

been fucked 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, spit on my (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your
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
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip 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 kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask