Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'cause its cruel you cause 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 from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and
Now you hate because leathal left you
Peckerwood mad 'cause his record went
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 rap records are good!"
So he picks a guitar up and he a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a
Sittin on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit and spark an idear
Figured you can diss me to start your career
I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart in gear
Fuck the partys, names, his crew
Like say their names so they can be famous too

You a...

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

You a...

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

attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the
The reason why you dissed me first and I you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I 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 your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
in 94 limp opened a show 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 with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck 'cause now music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass kisser to get in rap
Quicker but last and Everlast is a...

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

You a...

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

look...
So this is 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, 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 just to do it, IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's
Shit, in five years, we're all gonna be at Whitey's
And he'll be busin in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...

[Eminem

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

Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck 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
I cut you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick
I keep em while you runnin out of breath
Steady while I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dialated go ask your people how I ya
With your three cds nobody sees, when released
Evidence, don't around with real emcees
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck
I let you faggots know 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 to get relapsed any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

talking...]

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

Artis]

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

Now we got the whole industry makin fun of you
Where's your house of pain now, only one of you Eric
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go around
With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow,

2]

Grab 380s when you see Slim
Call the doctor to heal 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 this faggot to mention me still
This 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 crackers never earned a dime
you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just be me
I'm a pale killer WHALE
On his way to fuckin prison whippin tail, ha
Eric, remember when I you in the lobby that day
That shit was obvious you 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 by the second week
fucker I hit em up

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

I'm from Detroit's now
bullets 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 you, Harris [?]
Cire's [?] get up and yolked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

You a, black Jesus, heart seizures,
Too many cheeseburgers, Big Mac Greases
White Devil, up honkey
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 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.