Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I you, 'cause 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 mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, to his neck 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 up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he 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

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

Figure you can me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your 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 of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

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

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

Back in Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the better and stole the whole 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 cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

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

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
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 but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

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

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when released
Evidence, don't fuck with 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 you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal heart
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
let D-12 ride 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 another attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

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

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 coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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

'Cause you motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You ain't been in trouble, you just 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 that day?
shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

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

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey with 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 locked and your door
we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
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, cut this shit off

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