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

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

Brace yourself for the event
impatiently waiting
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
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 ain't
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

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

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

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
Started cocking up my weapon, loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better Big
sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

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

(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 with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a 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 records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your
Calling my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a class
You Tae-bo hoe, to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all 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 rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of looks?
Ne-gro
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss