Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

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

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

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp come from out of nowhere

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

Figure you can me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart 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 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 bitter 'cause I along
And the of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
I ain't 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' while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast 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, throw at him
Kick him, 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'

Shit in years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
fuck this, cut this shit off

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

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

First off, fuck your songs and the you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a but you Irish White
So you fat boy, drop 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 to rest

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around real MC's
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks

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

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

Hahaha, yo check 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 heart attack
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you 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 ass while they watch

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

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

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

On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby 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 scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
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 underground bitches get your cut

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

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

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