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 cause a bad heart
Which I create, cause 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 upset you, I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad his record 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, western rap records are good"

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

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

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the 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 me first and I answered you

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

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

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

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit 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 your 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, drop the mic, let's

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

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

I let you know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
They shocked you to life at the clinic
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
Whitey Ford's heart stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

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

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

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

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

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

Forty-nine 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 from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., 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
get choked up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who over 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 down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,