Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to be gay

I knew you was from the day that 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 because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his
And said, "Heck, western 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)
an album out and rules 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 harder this
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and an idea

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

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

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

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

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

Back in ninety-four opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd 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 and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo this, cut this shit 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, your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

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

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
With your three CD's, sees, when they released
Evidence, don't around with real MC's
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 on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

Grab when you see Slim Shady
the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the
But you 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots ain't 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 just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart it stops
the cops, I'ma 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 ain't to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Bridge

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

'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 just be me
I'm a paleface killer

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

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

I'm Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
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
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
With sixteen parts, I on his heart

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut 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 believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I
my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo