Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

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

Pecker wood mad his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
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 a few notes
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 Limp come from 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
on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start career
I punch you in your chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
Like say they 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 about my girl in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
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 shut your fuckin' while you oh-for-two

Back in Limp opened the show for you
the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you in a slump and get all emotional

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

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop 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 hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut 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!

off, fuck your songs 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 fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

Plus I punch you in the chest, 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 people how I ya
With your CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks

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

Grab 380's when you see Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They shocked you back to 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 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
your House of Pain 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 Isle

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna me still
This ain't no freestyle battle getting' killed with his chest open
to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should 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 lobby that
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

I'm Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets 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 choked up and up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

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