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

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
It's like an 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 with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, and rotten
Y'all just 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 hiding
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
That this Gay-Z and Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say 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 you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, watched you grow up to be famous
And now I like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
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 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 Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
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 from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss