Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

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

I, knew you was jealous from the day I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I bet you
I'm even liked better by neice and nephew
Now you hate Fred leathal left you
Peckerwood mad 'cause his record 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 a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere
the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some 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 jump your career
I'll punch you in your fuckin chest til heart kicks in gear
Fuck the partys, names, his crew
Like I'ma say names so they can be famous too

You a...

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

Heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote your fuckin back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin the truth
The why you dissed me first and I answered you
You I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't you, bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm to be starstruck, come over to you
You shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
in 94 limp opened a show for you
Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfuckin DJ and him too
So you fall in a and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings
Confused as '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 I came along
And your days of 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 bitter 'cause I came
And your of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song
I'ma kill you (I'ma you)

look...
So this is what we ask of our
If you see Everlast, whoop 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 just to do it, IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you back, he's
Shit, in years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be busin tables in 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, Kill

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 you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick
I keep em while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at chest, you need to rest
Dialated go ask your people how I ya
With your three cds nobody sees, they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it's on for
But might die tonight, HAHA
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck me and take a heart pill, YOU KNOW!

Grab 380s when you see Shady
the doctor to heal your heart
They you back to life at the clinic
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.
I'ma let D12 rhyme on you made ass faggots!

[Kon

Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo
Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another attack
Ford's gettin 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 your whole til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma your ass while he walks [in locks?]

Now we got the whole industry fun of you Eric
your 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 doctor to your heart
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 want to mention me still
ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed
With his chest open, tryin to 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 bout you packin pistols, but it's to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a faced killer WHALE
On his way to fuckin pistol whippin tail, ha
Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby day
shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all bout country, you gave up
49,000 copies, the your shit dropped
my sales making records break
2 and a million scanned by the second week
fucker I hit em up

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

I'm from Pemberton now
bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music we got a oouzi for all you
Get shit 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 bitches get throats cut

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

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