Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
its cruel when you cause a bad heart condition-in
Which I create, 'cause that's my
So close, to what we say, Because...
This of fag claims that 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 better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate because leathal left you
mad 'cause his record went wood
No in the hood, led to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, 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 for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's this year
No one's tryin to some fuckin old fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an
you can diss me to jump start your career
I'll punch you in your fuckin til your heart kicks in gear
Fuck the underground partys, names, his
I'ma say their names so they can be famous too

You a...

Quitter and you bitter I came along
And days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a again
I'ma kill you (I'ma 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 wrote fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these fans the truth
The reason why you me first and I answered you
You I passed you in a lobby and I glanced 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
Back in 94 limp a show for you
the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all
So now you sing and mix with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck 'cause now music sucks dick
Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never and Everlast is a...

Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came
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...

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

look...
So this is what we ask of our
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 to do it, FUCK IT
He's a bitch, he gonna hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in five years, all gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be busin tables in that bitch, cleaning the
Hey yo...

[Eminem

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

[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]

Whitey, HAHAHA Kill 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, the mic, let's fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, 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, they released
Evidence, don't around with real emcees
Who ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it's on for
But Everlast die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy on wax and killed
with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
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 made ass faggots!

[Kon

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

Now we got the industry 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 killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge

2]

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

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

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

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

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

You a, black Jesus, attack seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, Big Mac Greases
White Devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over the

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 believe in a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you punk. HEY YO.