Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

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

I, knew you was jealous from the day I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I bet you
I'm even better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate Fred because leathal you
Peckerwood mad 'cause his record 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, country western rap 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 rules for part of the
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock harder this year
No one's tryin to hear 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
Figured you can diss me to jump start career
punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear
Fuck the partys, names, his crew
Like I'ma say their so they can be famous too

You a...

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

You 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
I'ma kill you (I'ma you)

attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna these motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I 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 your 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 in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck 'cause now your sucks dick
Mister Mister ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never and Everlast is a...

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

look...
So is what we ask of our fans
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, 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 ain't hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...

speaks]

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

Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck your songs and the you say
my wife, but at least 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
Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin while you 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 nobody sees, when they
Evidence, don't fuck around real emcees
Who ready for no underground 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 when you see Slim Shady
Call the to heal your heart
They you back to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

talking...]

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

[Kon

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

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

2]

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

Got on his ass and now faggot want 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 earned a dime
you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you pistols, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me
I'm a pale killer WHALE
On his way to prison pistol whippin tail, ha
Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby day
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now all bout country, you gave up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the week shit dropped
While my sales making records
2 and a half million scanned by the week
Mother 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 shit out of my stereo
YOU VIOLATED
Now you bout to get
We gon burry you, [?]
Cire's [?] get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get your cut

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

You a, black Jesus, attack seizures,
Too cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac Greases
White Devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who over 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 in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.