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

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

yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently
It's like an test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the Pac, Nas and Big
no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I influenced
Gave chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
it

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

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

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

I've fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy snakes
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records 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 sound
When KRS already made an album 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, veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like
What's sad is I you 'cause 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 proud dad, watching his only son made it
You seem to be only with dissing women
Were you as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through building
Calling my crib and I even give you my numbers
All I did was you a style for you to run with
in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with Chase
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 work it out, you tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to kick
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, 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 company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot,
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 'cause you kept your 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 your man stabbed Un and you take the blame
You ass, from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on own shit
You a fagot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole damn record 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 last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask