Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, that's my mission
So, listen 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 niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

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

So he the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(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 this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a
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 your
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
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 a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the of House 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 answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these fans the truth
The why you dissed me first and I answered you

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

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music 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 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked 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
my wife, but at least 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 you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you running out of
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with MC's
Who ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you know it's on for life
But Everlast die tonight, haha
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 heal heart
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You ain't even 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 Ford's just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another attack
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat ass while they 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 ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Isle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you 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 that day?
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up

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

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

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
Yo, aiyyo cut this off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I just believe in a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo