Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

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

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

So he picks the 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
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' 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 ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four 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 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 sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit 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

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

Aiyyo Head, why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

First off, fuck your songs and the 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, let's

Plus I you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
I keep 'em coming while you running out of
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you to rest

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they
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 might die tonight, haha
Fat boy on wax and killed
with me and take 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 check out
You faggots ain't even on my
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 heart just
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

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

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

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

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

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your drop
While my making records break
Two and a half scanned 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 shit out of our stereo, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you
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 mother while you watch
Keep restaurant locked and block your door
we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, cut this shit off

him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo