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 cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen to what we say
Because type of fag claims 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 even liked better by your and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

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

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

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

you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your buddy's 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 are gone
And if you talk about my little in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

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

You said I passed you in a lobby and I 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 Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from you
your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck now your music sucks 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 sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, 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 years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo this, cut this shit 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 your and the shit you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

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

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

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

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
Call the to heal your 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 even on my level
I'ma let ride 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 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 your whole heart 'til it stops
the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's House of Pain 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 Mile to the motherfucking Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just
Havin' a stroke and now you 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 paleface killer

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you
Get the shit out of our stereo, you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
Yo, aiyyo cut 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,