Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad conditioning
I create, cause 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, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

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

So he the guitar 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 for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you
Like I notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, over to you
You better shut fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast is a

listen 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, on him, treat him like 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, nothin'

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

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

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
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 White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

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

Dilated, go ask people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks

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

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal 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 heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had heart attack
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

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

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

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

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

On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I 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 drop
my sales making records break
Two and a million scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from 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, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you bitches 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 on his heart

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this 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 believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo