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 love my style,
("Fuck Jay-Z")

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

Brace yourself for the main
Y'all impatiently
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 y'all napalm
up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your
Burner at the of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked '9-1
I am the truest, name a that 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 ether
(Will) you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" the belly
(Lose) I you lost already

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

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

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and
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, behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, hiding snakes
your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this
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, 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 already
The is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, do it niggas

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

Y'all niggas deal emotions like bitches
sad is I love 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 dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you
Well is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased your 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, to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no
Just Hawaiian shirts, with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a
I still whip your ass, you in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to knowledge
Nah, I'm to kick the shit you need to learn though
ether, that shit that make 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 your company
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 nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your
please
You no mustache having, with like a rat
to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and 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 dick-riding fagot, you love the
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped
J.J. Evans get gunned up and quick
Your whole record label gunned up and clapped quick
Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, ask Kiss