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 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" across the
(Lose) I prove you lost

Brace yourself for the event
Y'all impatiently
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 Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the side of your dome, come my throne
I got this, since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, my name in his music
it

(I) Fuck with your soul like
(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 , fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

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

been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and
Y'all just piss on me, 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 hiding
With 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 wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up ammo
To it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, sound stupid
When KRS already made an album Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the to say that you better than Big
Dick lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

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

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

Y'all niggas deal with emotions bitches
sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your for riches
My child, I've watched you up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his son that made it
You to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or
In '88 you was getting chased through your
Calling my crib and I ain't even you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run
Smiling in my face, to break bread with the god
Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Hawaiian shirts, hanging with 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 tryna' get
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame
Oh, I get it, you and he's Puffy
died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot,
In a pine box with nine shots my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her
What you think, you girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro
You no mustache having, with whiskers a rat
Compared to you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you the blame
You ass, went Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own
You a dick-riding fagot, you the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped
whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz
So little 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