Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

I knew you was 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 left you

Pecker mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap 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)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder year
No one's trying to hear 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

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

You just a quitter, and you bitter I came along
And the days of house of pain are
And if you talk my little girl 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 girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

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

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the 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 sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck cause now your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
the toilets
Aiyyo this, cut this shit off

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

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

First off, fuck your and the shit you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They shocked you back to life at the
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots even 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
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the 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 they

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you
You a petty coward, you ready 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 mention me
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest
Tryin' to a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' 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, pistol 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 records break
Two and a million 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 out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground get your throats cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I Whitey 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, your mother while you watch
Keep your locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart seizures

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this 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 while he's down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo