Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause 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 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

Pecker wood mad cause his went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the in his blood
And said, "Heck, western 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 Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

Figure you can me to jump start your career
I punch you in fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say names so they can be famous too

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

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)

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

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

Back in ninety-four opened the show for you
the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your 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 cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast 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, 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 gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo this, cut this shit off

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

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
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 to be a Muslim 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, and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask people 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 know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
Fat boy murdered on wax and
with me and take a heart pill, you know!

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots ain't on my level
let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

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

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed his chest open
to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit
While my sales making records
Two and a half million by the second week
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 to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

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