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 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
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my in his music
it

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they 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," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
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 lost
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal emotions like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
Calling my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a 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 shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller of AIDS, that 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 my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss