Luyện nghe bài hát Ether

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

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

Brace yourself for the main
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, out, greedy
I embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at cartilage
at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave y'all but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his
it

(I) Fuck with soul like 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, pour my ashes out on these man (no doubt)
Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
Luck ran out, they hoped 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, hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly up this ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just 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" across the belly, I you lost already
The king is back, where my at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through building
Calling my crib and I ain't give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a 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 bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
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 that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame or Dame Dummy?
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 hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now try to take 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 you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now of your looks?
please
You no mustache having, whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you
And man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label 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 come out your fat lips?
to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask