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

(I) Fuck with your 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
Y'all waiting
like an AIDS 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 y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

(I) with your soul like ether
(Will) you the king you know 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 , fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

(I) Fuck your soul 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, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
Y'all some "well wishers," acting, envy 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, 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" the belly, I prove you lost 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) 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 you 'cause you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
Ne-gro
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 with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask