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

(I) Fuck your soul like ether
(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 impatiently
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage
at the side of your dome, come 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 fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your soul for
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 concerned dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock,
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 like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging 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 quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
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' out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask