Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

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

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

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
I'ma you (I'ma kill 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)

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

Quitter and you bitter I came along
And your of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my girl in a song again
kill 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
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 with sticks, bricks, rocks, 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 gonna hit you back, 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...

speaks]

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

Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck your songs and the 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
Plus I cut you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, and White, lethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin while you runnin out of
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 know it's on for life
But might die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy murdered on wax and
with me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!

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

talking...]

HAHAHA, Yo, check this out, you ain't even 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 heart 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 restuarant I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp whole heart til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma your ass while he walks [in locks?]

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

2]

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

Got on his ass and now this faggot want to me still
This ain't no battle, Everlast gettin killed
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 motherfucker you should to rhyme
bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a pale faced WHALE
On his way to fuckin prison pistol tail, ha
Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby day
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now all bout country, you gave up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the week shit dropped
While my making records break
2 and a half scanned by the second week
fucker I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. 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 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 get your throats cut

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

You a, black Jesus, heart seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, Big Mac Greases
White Devil, washed up
Mixed up 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 believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you punk. HEY YO.