Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

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

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

So he picks the 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 part of the
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder 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 start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell motherfucking fans 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 ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a to do!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and 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, 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

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

Head, that's 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
my wife, but at least 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 punch you in the chest, weak I rip
Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't 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
Whitey Ford's just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another attack
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
Where's your House of now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a
With some killers from 7 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 open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why never earned a dime

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

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

Forty-nine copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making break
Two and a half million scanned by the second
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 gon' you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground get your throats cut

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

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

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who crossed 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
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo