Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut your mouth 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 and get all emotional

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

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
Kick him, on him, treat 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 gon' hit you back, he's

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

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

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

Plus I you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you to rest

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

I let you faggots know it's on for
But might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and
with me and take a heart pill, you know!

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't even on my
I'ma let D-12 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

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

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

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't 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 records break
Two and a half scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

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

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' cord
And him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I on his heart

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
Yo, aiyyo cut shit off

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