Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate 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 his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and 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 old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and an idea

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

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

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

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

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but 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, throw at him
him, spit 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 years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this 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!

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

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak I rip
Whitey Ford, and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you 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 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 might die tonight,
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
shocked you back to life 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 D-12 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' you packing pistols but it's 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 when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you up Hip-Hop

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

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

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, cut this 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 while he's down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's name in a again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo