Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, close to what we say
this type of fag claims to never be gay

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

Pecker wood mad cause his 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 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 for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

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

You I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

Back in ninety-four Limp the show for you
Rocked the better and stole the whole show from you
your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you in a slump and get all emotional

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 last, and Everlast is a

listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this 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 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 fuck you fat boy, the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You ain't 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 another heart
Whitey getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
Where's your House of Pain now? 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 his chest open
Tryin' to a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't been in trouble, you just 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 lobby day?
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where 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 stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

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

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