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

(I) Fuck with your soul 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
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, flossed out,
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With 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, my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and the fuckin ring

(I) Fuck with your soul like
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the
(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 piss on me, 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 much can I
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z 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 dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that 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 is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded your soul for
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
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 Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
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 trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to you wack
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's 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, just ask