Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

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

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

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and for part of the year
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit 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 and spark an idea

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer a joke
And I'ma these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered 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 to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp the show for you
Rocked the crowd and stole 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 with blues and pluck strings
Confused as cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

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

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
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, the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to 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 faggots ain't on my level
let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You ain't been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface whale

On his way to prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now it's all country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck him, 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 a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo