Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, listen to what we say
Because this type of fag 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 even liked better by your and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred because Lethal left you

wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, the redneck 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 to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

It's the of an era, rock rap's 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 spark an

Figure you can diss me to jump your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest your heart kicks 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 song
kill you
(I'ma you)

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the
The reason why you dissed me 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!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth you oh-for-two

Back in 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 and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, 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 hit you back, he's nothin'

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

Aiyyo Head, why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

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

First off, fuck songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, the mic, let's fight

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

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when released
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 die tonight, haha
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and a heart pill, you know!

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

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

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

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain 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 this faggot wanna me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' 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

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

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., 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 to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your 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 stomped on his

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up who crossed over to country
Yo, cut this shit 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 just believe in a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo