Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself
'cause its cruel when you cause a bad 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 you, 'cause I get respect I bet you
I'm even better by your neice and nephew
Now you Fred because leathal left you
Peckerwood mad his record 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 to do both
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 hear some fuckin old in a chair
Sittin on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and an idear
Figured you can diss me to jump start career
I'll punch you in your fuckin til your heart kicks in gear
the underground partys, names, his crew
Like I'ma say their names so can be famous too

You a...

Quitter and you bitter I came along
And your 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...

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

Heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote your answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I you
You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you
I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come to you
You better shut your fuckin while you 0 for 2
Back in 94 limp opened a for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole from you
your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck now your music sucks dick
Mister ass kisser to get accepted in rap
but never last and Everlast is a...

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

look...
So this is what we ask of our
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
him, spit 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 hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be eating at
And he'll be tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...

[Eminem

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

[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck your songs and the 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, let's
Plus I cut you in the chest, weak I rip
Whitey Ford, and White, lethargic ass dick head
I em comin while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to
go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three cds sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck
I let you faggots know it's on for
But Everlast 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 your
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you bout to get relapsed any minute, I hit 'em up

talking...]

HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you ain't even 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 just
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for back
Little faggot amarillo, I show you what are ?
At own restuarant while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp whole heart til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass 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 coward, you ain't ready to steady go around
some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge

2]

Grab 380s when you see 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 faggot want to mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle, gettin killed
With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you chokin
Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never a dime
'cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me
I'm a faced killer WHALE
On his way to fuckin prison pistol tail, ha
Eric, remember I passed you in the lobby that day
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now it's all bout country, you up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the week your shit
While my sales making break
2 and a half million by the second week
fucker I hit em up

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

I'm from Pemberton now
Four tear you in half
Fuck the we got a oouzi for all you fags
Get this shit out of my
YOU VIOLATED
Now you bout to get
We gon burry you, [?]
Cire's [?] get choked up and 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 heart D12 you filled [?]
Fucked mother while you watch
Keep your restuarant and block 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, washed up
up cracker who crossed over the country

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