Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, listen to what we say
this type of fag claims to never be gay

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your 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 with 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 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 of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

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

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

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
kill 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 I passed you in a lobby 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 shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

Shit in five years all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
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, your songs and the shit you say
my wife, but at least 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, and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em 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 your three CD's, nobody sees, when they
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
the doctor to heal your heart
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 faggots ain't 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 stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had heart attack
Whitey getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

On his way to prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
up cracker who crossed over 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 he's down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo