Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

I knew you was jealous from the day I met you
I you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred because Lethal left you

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

So he picks the guitar up and he a few notes
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 come out of nowhere

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

Figure you can diss me to jump start career
I you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
I'ma 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 about my little in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
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 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 reason why you dissed me first and I you

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

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

So, now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, 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 we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

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

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

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

I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
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, nobody sees, when released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks

I let you faggots it's on for life
But Everlast die tonight, haha
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and take a heart pill, you know!

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

Hahaha, yo this 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
Whitey 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 your heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
Where's your House of Pain There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle

Got in his ass and now faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you 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 but it's funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface whale

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

Forty-nine copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making 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
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 gon' you
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground get your throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed 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 believe in kicking a man while down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,