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

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

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

(I) Fuck your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the 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 ring

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

I've been fucked over, for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just piss 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, hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the to say that you better than Big
sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran 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 Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded soul 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 seem to be only with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
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, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
died of AIDS, that 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 y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
you think, you getting girls 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 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 dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole 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
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss