Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, that's my mission
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to be gay

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

Pecker wood mad cause his record wood
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, 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 out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, 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 to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to start your career
I punch you in fuckin' chest 'til your heart 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 'cause I came
And the of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my girl in a song again
I'ma 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
kill you
(I'ma you)

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

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth 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 in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you and mix slang with 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 what we ask of our
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
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 songs and the shit you say
my wife, but at least 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 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 ducking while I'm punching at chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they
Evidence, don't fuck with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck

I let you faggots know on for life
But might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck with me and a heart pill, you know!

380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to your 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 even on my level
I'ma let 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 another attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

Little faggot Hamburgular, I you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it
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 one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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 earned a

'Cause you motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
While my sales making break
Two and a half million scanned by the 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, you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, up honkey
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 just believe in kicking a man while he's goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo