Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

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

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

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

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 to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
Like I'ma say they names so 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 in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

Yo heart to stroke 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 me first and I answered you

You said I 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 fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
as fuck cause 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, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

Head, that's 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

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

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
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!

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

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

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

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

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

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 throw a punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a

'Cause you motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny 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 shit was obvious you 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 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 shit out of our stereo, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who over to country
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 in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo