Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself
'Cause it's cruel when you 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 Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record wood
No, in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the in his blood
And said, "Heck, western 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)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

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

you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground nameless crew
I'ma say they 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 about my little girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

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

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

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

So, now you and mix slang 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

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 ain't gon' hit you back, he's

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

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

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
Whitey! Detroit! What? 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, drop the mic, let's

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

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

I let you know it's on for life
But might 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 you back 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 D-12 ride on you 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
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just be me
I'm a killer whale

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where tear you in half
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

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed 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 again you punk, aiyyo