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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all waiting
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out,
I embrace with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked since
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

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

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

I've 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, shit on me, on my grave (uh)
Talk me, laugh behind my back 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
That Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
cocking 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 sound
When KRS already an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, you let the late, great veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I love you you're my brother
You traded soul 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, scared to smile, they you ugly?
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was chased through your building
Calling my and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn
Is he Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all 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 shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept face in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
please
You no having, with whiskers like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss