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

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, out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
sucking 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 king is back, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill rest in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you 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 son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to break with 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, trying to work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the you need to learn though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
please
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gunned up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss