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

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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waiting
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

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

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

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

I've been over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
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 veteran

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

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

Y'all niggas with emotions like bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, 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
Calling my 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, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you in a karate class
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot 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 in her puss
you think, you getting girls 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 from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
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
whole damn 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 rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss