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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently 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
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
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 out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted 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 manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already 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, veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased through your
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, to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
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, trying to it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, with like a rat
to Beans you wack
And man stabbed 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
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss