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
it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, that's my mission
So, listen to what we say
Because this type of fag to never be gay

I knew you was from the day that I met you
I you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

Pecker wood mad cause his went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his 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 strums a few
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 Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a
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 start your career
I punch you in fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say names so they can be famous too

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
And I'ma tell 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
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

Back in ninety-four opened 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 slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and 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, shit at him
him, spit on him, treat 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

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

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
Whitey! Detroit! What? 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 claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you out of breath
Steady ducking 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, when they
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck

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

380's 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 this out
You faggots 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 heart attack
Whitey getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

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

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

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

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

thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making break
Two and a half 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, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
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 goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo