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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
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 you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(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 fuckin

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
ran out, they hoped that 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 back but in my
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
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 prove you lost
The is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
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 made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame 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 to name your company after?
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 with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
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 every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss