Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

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

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

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

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder year
No one's to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in 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 heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
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)

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are
And if you talk about my girl in a song again
I'ma 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 these fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered you

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

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with and pluck 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, 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 gon' hit you back, he's

in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' in that bitch
the toilets
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 your songs and the you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a but you Irish White
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 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at chest, you need to rest

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

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

Grab 380's when you see Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They you back to life at the clinic
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 ride on you 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 attack
Whitey getting his ass floored for talkin back

faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your 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
your House of Pain 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 motherfucking Belle Isle

Got in his ass and now this faggot mention me still
ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed 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 pistols but it's 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 all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making records
Two and a million 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 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

D-12, Amityville, your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block door
'Cause we hit 'em up 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, 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 kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I
my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo