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

Pecker wood mad cause his went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in with 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 to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an out and rules for part of the year
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered you

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

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

So, now you and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' in that 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!
Whitey! Detroit! What? 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 Muslim but you 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 you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to

Dilated, go ask your people how I ya
With your three CD's, sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck with real MC's
Who ain't for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

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

380's when you see Slim 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 faggots ain't on my level
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 heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

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

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

Got in his ass and now this wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle getting' 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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
While my sales making records
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 bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you
I choke Whitey with his fuckin' guitar cord
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 restaurant and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who 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 kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo