Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, listen to what we say
Because type 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 liked better by niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, to his neck of the woods
Got in with his roots, found 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 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 Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the 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 lobby and I at you
Like I ain't you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, over to you
You better shut fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp 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 and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
as fuck cause 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 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

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

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

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

First off, fuck songs 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, the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, 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 people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, sees, when they released
Evidence, fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

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

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you ass faggots!

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

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
Where's House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the Belle Isle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck 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 paleface whale

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

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

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

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford his fuckin' guitar cord
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 locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac
You a, "Black Jesus," attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this 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 down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo