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 cruel when you cause a bad heart
I create, 'cause that's 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 you, 'cause I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked by your neice and nephew
Now you Fred because leathal left you
Peckerwood mad 'cause his record wood
No respect in the hood, led to his 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 to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic 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 chest til your 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 girl in a again
I'ma you (I'ma kill you)

You a...

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

Heart to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your fuckin back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the
The reason why you dissed me and I answered you
You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't you, bitch, I had a show to do
I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin while you 0 for 2
Back in 94 limp a show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show you
your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck now your 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 days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a 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 talk my little girl in a song again
I'ma 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, shit 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 hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in five years, all gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...

speaks]

Fuck this, cut this 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
my wife, but at least 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, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick
I keep em comin you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your chest, you to rest
Dialated go ask people how I leave ya
With your cds nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck with real emcees
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks
I let you know it's on for life
But Everlast die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy on wax and killed
with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!

Grab 380s when you see Slim
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.
let D12 rhyme on you bitch made ass faggots!

[Kon

Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo
Whitey Ford's 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 own restuarant while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp 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 now, there's only one of you Eric
You a petty coward, you ain't to steady go around
With some killers from mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge

2]

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

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

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

I'm from Detroit's now
Four bullets you in half
Fuck the we got a oouzi for all you fags
Get this shit out of my
YOU VIOLATED
Now you to get ANNIHILATED
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 stuck him in
Chopped up in a box, with parts
I stomped on his heart D12 you filled [?]
Fucked your mother you watch
Keep your locked and block your door
'cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac

You a, black Jesus, attack seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, Big Mac Greases
White Devil, washed up
Mixed up 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 name in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.