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, cause that's my
So, listen close to we say
Because this 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 and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

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

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock harder this year
No trying to hear some 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 diss me to start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your buddy's nameless crew
Like say they names so they can be famous 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
I'ma 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
kill you
(I'ma you)

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

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

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

So, now you sing and mix with blues and pluck strings
as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast is a

listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(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
He's a bitch, he gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

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

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

First off, your 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 you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
I keep 'em coming while you out of breath
Steady while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when released
Evidence, don't fuck around real MC's
Who ain't ready for no 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 take a pill, you know!

380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They you back to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't even on my level
let D-12 ride 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 for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? 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 Belle Isle

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna me still
This ain't no 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 motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but 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 when I passed you in the that day?
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

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

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

D-12, Amityville, fuck mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block door
'Cause we hit 'em up like Tupac Shakur
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, cut this 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 goddamn, I quit
my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo