Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I you ain't 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) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, what's the
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
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 Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded 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 with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't 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 shirts, hanging with little 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 to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock 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 in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man 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
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little getting gunned up and clapped 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