Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, listen close to we say
this type of fag claims to never be gay

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, to his neck of the woods
Got in touch his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old in a chair
on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an

Figure you can diss me to start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are
And if you talk my little girl in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk my little girl in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the
The reason why you dissed me first and I you

You said I 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 star-struck, come to you
You better shut your fuckin' while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the for you
Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix slang with and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
I keep 'em coming while you out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck

I let you faggots know on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while watch

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This ain't no freestyle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

On his way to prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the your shit drop
While my sales making break
Two and a half million by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get your cut

What the Is you stupid?
I Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
Yo, cut this shit off

him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo