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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? 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, gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
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
Hawaiin 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 out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you 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 with soul like 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
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
you abused 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 building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars 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 trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to take my spot,
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your in her puss
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a fagot, you love the attention
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 record label up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss