Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I this, to yo...

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

I, knew you was from the day that I met you
I upset you, I get respect I bet you
I'm even better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate Fred 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 for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's this year
No one's tryin to hear fuckin old fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and an idear
Figured you can diss me to jump your career
punch you in your fuckin chest til your heart kicks in gear
Fuck the partys, names, his crew
Like I'ma say their names so they can be too

You a...

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

You a...

Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came
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 from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote your fuckin back's a joke
And I'm gonna tell these fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I 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 better shut fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
Back in 94 limp 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 with blues and pluck strings
Confused as 'cause now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass to get accepted in rap
but never last and Everlast is a...

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

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 again
I'ma you (I'ma kill you)

look...
So is what we ask of our fans
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 to do it, FUCK 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 busin in that bitch, cleaning the toilets
Hey yo...

speaks]

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

[Scratching/2 "Hit 'Em Up"]

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

First off, fuck your songs and the you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You to be a muslum, but you Irish-White
So fuck you, fat boy, the mic, let's fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, hearts 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
go ask your people how I leave ya
With your cds nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around real emcees
Who ain't for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck 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 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!

[Kon

Yo, get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo
Whitey Ford's heart stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another attack
Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin
Little faggot amarillo, I 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 beat ass while he walks [in locks?]

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

2]

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

Got on his ass and now this faggot want to me still
This ain't no freestyle battle, gettin killed
With his chest open, tryin to throw a fuckin punch, but you just
Havin a stroke, and now you learn white crackers earned a dime
'cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
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 whippin tail, ha
Eric, remember I passed you in the lobby that day
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now all bout country, you gave up hip-hop
49,000 copies, the your shit dropped
While my making records break
2 and a half million by the second week
fucker I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof 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
DIALATED YOU
Now you bout to get
We gon burry you, [?]
Cire's [?] get up and yolked up
All you underground bitches get your cut

What the fuck, is you
I choked Ford with his fuckin guitar cord
And stuck him in
Chopped up in a box, with sixteen
I stomped on his D12 havin you filled [?]
Fucked your mother you watch
your 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, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed 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 believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's in a song again, you fucking punk. HEY YO.