Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

(I) Fuck with your 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 waiting
like 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 y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of 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 my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records 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, sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
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, great 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 rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a 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, called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
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, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with 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 love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's 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