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 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" the belly
(Lose) I you lost already

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all waiting
like an AIDS 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 with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
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 that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept 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 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 soul like
(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)
about 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 calling, heard it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his son that made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they 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 for you to run with
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still 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 that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or 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 to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and quick
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