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

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

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all waiting
It's like an AIDS test, the results?
Not positive, the best? 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, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my 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 you lost already

Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on 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" the belly
(Lose) I you lost already

I've fucked over, left 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
Y'all some "well wishers," acting, envy hiding snakes
With your out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted
cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound
When KRS already made an called Blueprint
First, ya man, then 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" the belly, I prove you lost already
The is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

(I) Fuck with your soul ether
(Will) Teach you the you know 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 traded soul for riches
My child, watched 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, scared to smile, they called you
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a for you to run with
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
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 ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
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 with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
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 record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss