Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album 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, great live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
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 still whip 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 to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm to kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's 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 take my spot,
Philly's hot 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 face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you 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 Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss