Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

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

I, you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I bet you
I'm liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate because 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, found a in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good!"
So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of
It's the start of an era, rock rap's this year
No tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin guitar in your ear
So you to get scared, sit back and spark an idear
Figured you can diss me to start your career
I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til your kicks in gear
the underground 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 house of pain are
If you talk about my little girl in a song
kill you (I'ma kill you)

You a...

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

Heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your fuckin back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell motherfuckin fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered 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, come to you
You better shut your mouth while you 0 for 2
Back in 94 limp a show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the show from you
Took motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you in a slump and get all emotional
So now you and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
as fuck 'cause 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 your days of house of are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a again
kill you (I'ma kill you)

You a...

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

look...
So this is we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, 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
a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's nothin
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

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

Pac's "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck your 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 fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's
Plus I cut you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass head
I keep em comin you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin I'm punchin at your chest, you need to rest
Dialated go ask people how I leave ya
With your three cds nobody sees, they released
Evidence, fuck around with real emcees
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks
I let you know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy on wax and killed
with me and take a heart 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, check out, you faggots 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 Ford's just stopped
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin
faggot amarillo, I show you what murders are ?
At your own while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma your ass while he walks [in locks?]

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

2]

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the to heal your heart
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you bout to get relapsed any minute, I hit 'em up

Got on his ass and now this want to mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle, gettin killed
With his chest open, tryin to throw a punch, but you just chokin
a stroke, and now you learn white crackers never earned a dime
'cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you pistols, but it's funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just 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 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 shit dropped
While my sales records break
2 and a half million scanned by the week
fucker I hit em up

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

I'm from Detroit's now
Four bullets tear you in
Fuck the music we got a for all you fags
Get this shit out of my
YOU VIOLATED
Now you bout to get
We gon burry you, [?]
Cire's [?] get up and yolked 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
up in a box, with sixteen parts
I on his heart D12 havin you filled [?]
Fucked your while you watch
Keep your locked and block your door
we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur

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