Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

I knew you was jealous from the day 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 Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker mad cause his record went wood
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, western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He can't rap, or sing, but he 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

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, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in
(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 I came along
And the days of house of are gone
And if you talk my little girl in a song again
kill 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 my little girl in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

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

You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you
Like I notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut your mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the 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 pluck
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit 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 all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

Aiyyo Head, 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, your 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 White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

Plus I you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
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 how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they
Evidence, don't around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't even on my
I'ma let D-12 ride on you 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 where the are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain There's only one of you Erik
You a coward, you ain't ready to steady 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
ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you chokin'
Havin' a and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

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

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

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

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
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 a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo