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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waiting
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef
cocking 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 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars 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 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 trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
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?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask