Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen close to we say
Because 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 because Lethal left you

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

So he the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp come from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

You I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

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

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

Aight so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop 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 years we'll all be at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grab 380's when you see Slim
Call the to heal your heart
They shocked you back to at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't even on my level
I'ma let ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you 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 fuckin' prison, pistol tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

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

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
Yo, aiyyo cut 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 just believe in kicking a man he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo