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

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

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

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
cocking 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 Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
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, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
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, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss