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

Brace for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked since
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 your like ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(Lose) I prove you already

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

(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 that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this 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 and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will in peace, let's do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal with like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, 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 your
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
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 jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging little 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 get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to the shit you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy 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 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 box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn record label up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss