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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
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 eyes on the
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

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

Hey yo, pass me the weed, my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and the fuckin ring

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets calling, heard it when 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 an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, you let the late, great veteran live

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

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded soul 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 with dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
ether, that 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 your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots 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 like a rat
to Beans you wack
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
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, ask Kiss