Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

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

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

So he the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp come from out of nowhere

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

Figure you can diss me to jump start career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
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
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

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

You said I passed you in a lobby and I at you
Like I 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 Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and the whole show from you
Took your 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 your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted 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
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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

Aiyyo Head, that's why I 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 fuck you fat boy, the mic, let's fight

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

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they
Evidence, don't fuck around with 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
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots ain't even on my
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
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

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

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

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

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

D-12, Amityville, fuck your while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your
we hit 'em up like 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 to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this 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 down goddamn, I quit
my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo