Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all waiting
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 embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my in his music
it

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

Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my out on these 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" the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (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 keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
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" across the belly, I you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You seem to be only concerned with women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through building
Calling my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Hawaiian 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 hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
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, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
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 name company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on 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 clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask