Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'cause its cruel when you cause a bad heart
Which I create, that's 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 you, 'cause I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked by your neice and nephew
Now you hate because leathal left you
Peckerwood mad 'cause his record wood
No respect in the hood, led to his of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his
And said, "Heck, western rap records are good!"
So he picks a up and he strums a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Limp come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and an idear
Figured you can me to jump start your career
I'll punch you in your chest til your heart kicks in gear
the underground 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 house of are gone
If you talk my little girl in a song again
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 girl in a song again
kill you (I'ma kill you)

Heart attack to from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote fuckin answer back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these motherfuckin fans the
The why you dissed me first and I answered 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
Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come 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 the whole show from you
your motherfuckin DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with and pluck strings
as fuck 'cause now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass kisser to get in rap
Quicker but last and Everlast is a...

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

You 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 song
I'ma you (I'ma kill you)

look...
So is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit 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 just to do it, IT
He's a bitch, he gonna hit you back, he's nothin
Shit, in years, we're all gonna be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...

[Eminem

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

[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

Grab 380s you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal heart
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
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass for talkin back
Little faggot amarillo, I show you what are ?
At own restuarant while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp whole heart til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass he walks [in locks?]

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

2]

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

Got on his ass and now this faggot want to mention me
This no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin killed
With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you chokin
Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers earned a dime
'cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to
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 killer
On his way to fuckin prison pistol 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 week shit dropped
While my sales records break
2 and a half million scanned by the second
Mother I hit em up

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

I'm Detroit's Pemberton now
Four bullets tear you in
Fuck the we got a oouzi for all you fags
Get this out of my stereo
DIALATED YOU
Now you bout to get
We gon burry you, [?]
Cire's [?] get choked up and up
All you bitches 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 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 cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac Greases
Devil, washed up honkey
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 again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.