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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's 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 embrace y'all with
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't
Gave y'all chapters but now I 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 king you you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(Lose) I prove you already

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

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

been 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 but in my face
Y'all "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I
When these streets keep calling, heard it I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records beef
Started 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 stupid
When KRS made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, veteran 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 rest in peace, let's do it niggas

(I) Fuck with your like ether
(Will) Teach you the you know 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 your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his son that made it
You seem to be concerned with dissing women
you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, or indirectly
In '88 you was getting through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, glad to break with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No bars 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 thirty-six in a karate
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 shit you need to learn
That ether, that shit 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, was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock
And now try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with like a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem 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 gunned up and clapped
Your whole damn label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out fat lips?
Wanted to be on last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask