Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

I knew you was jealous the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country 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)
Puts an album out and rules for of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come 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
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and an idea

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

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

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

Yo attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And tell these 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 you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, over to you
You better shut your fuckin' while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck cause now music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted 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 like a hoe, 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 years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be bussin' in that bitch
Cleaning the
fuck this, cut this shit off

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

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
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, fight

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

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
With three CD's, nobody sees, when they 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 Everlast die tonight, haha
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim
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 this out
You faggots ain't on my level
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 stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had heart attack
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

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

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

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

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit
While my sales records break
Two and a half million scanned by the week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., bullets tear 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 up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
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 a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo