Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

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

I, you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I bet you
I'm even liked better by neice and nephew
Now you hate because leathal left you
Peckerwood mad 'cause his went wood
No in the hood, led to his neck of the woods
Got in touch his roots, found a redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country rap records are good!"
So he picks a guitar up and he a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere
the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an
Figured you can me to jump start your career
I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til heart kicks in gear
Fuck the partys, names, his crew
I'ma say their names 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 girl in a song
I'ma kill you (I'ma you)

You a...

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

Heart attack to from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your fuckin back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin the truth
The why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I at you
Like I notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come 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 from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck 'cause now your music sucks
Mister Mister ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last and Everlast is a...

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

You a...

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

look...
So is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, 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 to do it, FUCK IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's
Shit, in five years, we're all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...

[Eminem

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

[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You to be a muslum, but you Irish-White
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's
I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, and White, lethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three cds sees, when they released
Evidence, fuck around with real emcees
Who ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck with me and take a pill, YOU KNOW!

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

talking...]

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

Artis]

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

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

2]

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

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

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

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

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

You a, black Jesus, heart seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac
White Devil, up honkey
up cracker who crossed over the country

Haha, oh hell!
Cut this shit off, SHIT.. 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 just in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.