Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

I knew you was jealous from the day 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 Fred because Lethal left you

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

So he picks the up and he strums 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
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere

the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in 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' 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be 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 again
kill you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you '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 attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
And I'ma tell motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered you

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

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

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

listen 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, 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 gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your 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
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

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 while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

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

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

Grab 380's when you see Slim
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 this out
You ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 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

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, beat your ass while they 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 ready to steady go a
With some from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle 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 punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just be me
I'm a paleface whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the that 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 million scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

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

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

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

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this 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 name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo