Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
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 with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started up my weapon, slowly 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 already made an album called
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, great 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 soul like
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I you lost already

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
life 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 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 bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with 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 work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your 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 box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
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 is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask