Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to 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 liked better by your and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred Lethal left you

Pecker mad cause his record went 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 western rap 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)
Puts an 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 harder this year
No one's trying to some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and an idea

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

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

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

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

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

Back in ninety-four Limp 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 and get all emotional

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

Aight so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, 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, nothin'

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
Cleaning the
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 your 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 fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, ass dickhead
I 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at chest, you need to rest

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

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

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They shocked you back to at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't 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
Whitey heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

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

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

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 punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you
Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you
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
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
Yo, cut this 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 down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's name in a again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo