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 like ether
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(Lose) I prove you already

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
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, outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a that 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 soul like
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I prove you lost

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all 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
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef
Started up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say 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 rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they 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 your
Calling my crib and I 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 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, 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 need to learn
That ether, that shit that make soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
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 rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss