Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell this Whitey to go fuck himself
'cause its when you cause a bad heart condition-in
Which I create, that's my mission
So listen close, to we say, Because...
This type of fag claims every gay

I, knew you was jealous from the day I met you
I upset you, I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked by your neice and nephew
Now you hate Fred because leathal you
Peckerwood mad 'cause his went wood
No respect in the hood, led to his of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found a in his blood
And said, "Heck, western rap records are good!"
So he picks a up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
Puts an album out, and rules for of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old in a chair
on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit and spark an idear
Figured you can diss me to jump start your
I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til heart kicks in gear
the underground partys, names, his crew
Like I'ma say their so they can be famous too

You a...

and you bitter 'cause I came along
And your days of house of are gone
If you talk about my little in a song again
I'ma you (I'ma kill you)

You a...

Quitter and you 'cause I came along
And your of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little in a song again
kill you (I'ma kill you)

Heart to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you your fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I at you
I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, over to you
You better shut fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
in 94 limp opened a show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show you
Took motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
as fuck 'cause now your music sucks dick
Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last and Everlast is a...

Quitter and you bitter 'cause I along
And days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little in a song again
I'ma you (I'ma kill you)

You a...

and you bitter 'cause I came along
And your days of house of pain are
If you talk about my little girl in a again
I'ma kill you (I'ma you)

look...
So is what we ask of our fans
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
Kick him, on him, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for
Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken
Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's
Shit, in years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the
Hey yo...

[Eminem

Fuck this, cut shit off. Hey yo, Head.
That's why I fucked mother, you fat motherfucker

Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]

Kill Whitey, HAHAHA Whitey, DETROIT, WHAT WHAT!
Yo, Yo, look, look, Whitey

off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a muslum, but you
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, and White, lethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin you runnin out of breath
Steady while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dialated go ask your how I leave ya
With your three cds nobody sees, when released
Evidence, don't fuck with real emcees
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots it's on for life
But might die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a pill, YOU KNOW!

Grab 380s you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal heart
They shocked you back to life at the
But you bout to get relapsed any minute, I hit 'em up

talking...]

HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you faggots ain't on my level.
I'ma let D12 rhyme on you bitch ass faggots!

Artis]

Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo
Whitey Ford's heart stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin back
Little faggot amarillo, I show you murders are ?
At your own restuarant while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your whole til it stops
Call the cops, beat your ass while he walks [in locks?]

Now we got the whole makin fun of you Eric
Where's your house of pain now, only one of you Eric
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to go around
With some killers from seven to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge

2]

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal heart
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you bout to get any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

Got on his ass and now this faggot to mention me still
ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed
With his open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never a dime
'cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but funny to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a pale faced WHALE
On his way to fuckin prison whippin tail, ha
Eric, remember I passed you in the lobby that day
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all bout country, you gave up
49,000 copies, the week your dropped
While my sales records break
2 and a million scanned by the second week
Mother I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. goes first...]

I'm Detroit's Pemberton now
Four bullets tear you in
the music we got a oouzi for all you fags
Get shit out of my stereo
DIALATED YOU
Now you bout to get
We gon burry you, [?]
Cire's [?] get up and yolked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

What the fuck, is you
I choked Whitey Ford with his guitar cord
And him in cardboard
Chopped up in a box, with sixteen
I stomped on his D12 havin you filled [?]
Fucked your mother you watch
Keep your restuarant locked and your door
'cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Shakur

You a, Jesus, heart attack seizures,
Too cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac Greases
White Devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who crossed the country

Haha, oh hell!
Cut this off, SHIT.. fuck him.
it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done.
it. I'm sorry. No more. I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I promise. I believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you punk. HEY YO.