Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace for the main event
impatiently 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, flossed out,
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
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 influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my 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" the belly
(Lose) I prove you 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 you lost already

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
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 that you better Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, veteran live

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I you lost already
The king is back, my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my
You traded your soul for
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through building
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 bread the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame 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 y'all try to take my spot,
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 face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, with like a rat
to Beans 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 you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask