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
its cruel when 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 every 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 better by your neice and
Now you hate Fred because 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 a guitar up and he strums a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rap's 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 start to get scared, sit back and spark an
Figured you can diss me to jump start your
I'll punch you in your chest til your heart kicks in gear
Fuck the underground partys, names, his
Like say their names so they can be famous too

You a...

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

You a...

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

Heart to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you your fuckin 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
Like I ain't notice you, bitch, I had a to do
I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth you 0 for 2
Back in 94 opened a show for you
Rocked the crowd better and the whole show from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a and get all emotional
So now you and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never and Everlast is a...

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

look...
So is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him 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, he's
Shit, in five years, all gonna be eating 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 your mother, you fat motherfucker

[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck songs and the shit you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a muslum, but you
So you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, weak I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, ass dick head
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 how I leave ya
your three cds nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't around with real emcees
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots it's on for life
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 you back to life at the clinic
But you bout to get any minute, honkey I hit 'em up

talking...]

HAHAHA, Yo, this out, you faggots 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 stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Whitey gettin his ass floored for talkin back
Little faggot amarillo, I show you what are ?
At your own while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your heart til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass he walks [in locks?]

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

2]

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They you back to life 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 freestyle battle, Everlast killed
With his chest open, tryin to throw a punch, but you just chokin
Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never a dime
you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but funny to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a pale faced killer
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 it's all country, you gave up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the your shit dropped
While my making records break
2 and a half million scanned by the second
Mother 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 shit out of my stereo
DIALATED YOU
Now you bout to get
We gon you, Harris [?]
Cire's [?] get up and yolked up
All you underground get your throats cut

What the fuck, is you
I Whitey Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
And him in cardboard
up in a box, with sixteen parts
I on his heart D12 havin you filled [?]
Fucked your mother you watch
Keep your restuarant locked and block your
'cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Shakur

You a, black Jesus, attack seizures,
Too cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac Greases
Devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over the

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 just believe in kicking a man while down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.