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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that 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) with your soul like ether
(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 out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and the fuckin ring

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, 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, behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the to say that 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 you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions 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, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, 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 give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
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, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers 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 your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting gunned up and quick
How much of Biggie's is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask