Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself
'Cause cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause my mission
So, listen close to we say
this type of fag claims to never be gay

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

wood mad cause his record went 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, country western rap 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 from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aight listen so 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, 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 five years we'll all be at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

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

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

First off, fuck songs and the shit 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, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
I keep 'em coming while you running out of
Steady while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't on my level
I'ma let ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the 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 fun of you Erik
Where's House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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

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

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

Forty-nine copies, the week your shit drop
my sales making records break
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
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar
And him in cardboard, chopped 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 your
'Cause we hit 'em up motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," attack seizures

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,