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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
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 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 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, 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 called you
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was chased through your building
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, to break 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 your ass, you in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, 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 to learn though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy 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 to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
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 face in her
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss