Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

I knew you was jealous the day that I met you
I upset you, I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and
(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 of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

It's the of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your 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 your fuckin' chest 'til your kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are
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 of Pain are gone
And if you about 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 a joke
And I'ma these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered you

You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you
Like I notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the better and stole the whole show from you
Took motherfucking DJ and stole 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 now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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
He's a bitch, he ain't 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
fuck this, cut this shit off

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

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

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

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

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when 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 murdered on wax and
Fuck me and take a heart pill, you know!

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

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

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole 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 ready to steady go a
With killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now faggot wanna mention me still
This no freestyle battle 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 earned a dime

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

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit
my sales making records break
Two and a half scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where tear you in half
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 underground get your throats cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' cord
And stuff him in cardboard, 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
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," attack seizures

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