Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You,
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, out, greedy
I embrace y'all napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With hands 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 Records beef
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
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, great live

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

(I) Fuck with your 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
What's sad is I love you 'cause 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 concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate
You hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to 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
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, with like a rat
to Beans you wack
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss