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 fuck
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, listen to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to 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 hate Fred because Lethal you

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

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

the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No trying 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 spark an

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

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

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 again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

Yo heart attack to from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' back's a joke
And I'ma tell motherfucking fans the truth
The why you dissed me first and I answered 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!
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 Limp the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show you
Took motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

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

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your 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
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

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

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, fuck around with real MC's
Who ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

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 when you see Shady
Call the to heal your heart
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots 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
Whitey Ford's heart stopped
Eminem him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this wanna 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 crackers earned a dime

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

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
While my making records break
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 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your cut

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

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

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