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 like ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(Lose) I prove you already

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
like an AIDS 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 y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How could Nas be
Semi-autos at your
at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, a rapper that I ain't influenced
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
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)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding
With hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That 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 it's manuscript, just stupid
KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
sad is I love you 'cause 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 proud dad, watching his only son made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, to smile, they called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was chased 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
Hawaiian 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, trying to 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 that make your soul burn slow
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and Puffy
Rockafeller of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
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 of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, murdered you on your own shit
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 up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask