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

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
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 like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through building
Calling my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
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 ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock 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 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, with like a rat
to Beans you wack
And man stabbed Un and made 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 fagot, you love the attention
Queens 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 record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
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 last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask