Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, that's my mission
So, listen close to we say
Because this 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 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 up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer a joke
And I'ma these motherfucking fans the truth
The why you dissed me first 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!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

Back in ninety-four opened the show for you
the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took motherfucking 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 music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him 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 ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They shocked you back to life at the
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't even on my
let D-12 ride 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 heart attack
Whitey getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
Talkin' you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never 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 day?
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
While my sales making break
Two and a half million scanned by the 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 shit out of our stereo, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this 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 down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo