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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept 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 , fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, ya man, then you got the nerve 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 you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy 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 fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
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 gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask