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 ether
(Will) Teach you the you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(Lose) I you lost already

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
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, my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

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

I've been fucked over, for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was
That this and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that you better than 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

(I) Fuck with your like ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(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 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 is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased through your
my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I whip 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 to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
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 rock hoes, y'all 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 face in her puss
you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to Beans you
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 up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole 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 Biggie's is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss