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 love my style,
("Fuck Jay-Z")

(I) with 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 waiting
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

(I) with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(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 and kiss the fuckin ring

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

I've been fucked over, for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
Started up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make 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 you a style 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 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 kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
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, y'all rock
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss