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

(I) Fuck with your soul ether
(Will) Teach you the king you 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, 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
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

(I) Fuck with your soul ether
(Will) Teach you the king you you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(Lose) I you lost 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, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records 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 it's manuscript, just stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say you better than Big
Dick lips, whyn't 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 prove you lost

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
you abused 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 chased through your
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a class
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm to kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box 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 having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to 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, murdered you on your own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens 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 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 come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask