Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped 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 but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella 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, ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, 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 in peace, let's do it niggas

(I) Fuck with soul like 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 you're my
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they 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 for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break 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 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 the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
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 kept face in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn 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 every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask