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 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 prove you already

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I y'all with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

(I) Fuck with your 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 ashes out on these man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, and forgotten
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 about me, laugh behind my but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, 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 rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your soul for
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 concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
Calling my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style 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, with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a class
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame 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 hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a box with nine 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 your
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
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