Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this 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
this type of fag claims to never 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 better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

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

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(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 year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

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

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

Yo heart to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' back's a joke
And I'ma these motherfucking 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
I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show 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 Limp the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show you
your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a and get all emotional

So, now you and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
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 ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this 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
Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

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

I let you faggots know on for life
But might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and
with me and take a heart pill, you know!

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another attack
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat 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 only one of you
You a petty coward, you ready 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 freestyle battle getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why never earned a dime

'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 wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

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

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 bullets tear you in
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
get choked up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford his fuckin' 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 your restaurant locked and block door
'Cause we hit 'em up motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
Yo, aiyyo cut 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
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo