Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to 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, 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, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in with his roots, found 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 rules for of the year
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's this year
No trying to hear some 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 jump start your
I punch you in your fuckin' 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

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

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

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

You I passed you in a lobby 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 shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now music sucks 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 ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
Cleaning the
Aiyyo this, cut this shit off

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

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

First off, your songs 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, let's

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

Dilated, go ask people 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 it's on for life
But Everlast die tonight, haha
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and a heart 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 to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You ain't even 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 just
Eminem him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

Little Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and your whole heart 'til it stops
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 ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the 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
Tryin' to throw a punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you why crackers never earned a dime

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

On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha
remember when I passed 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 shit drop
While my sales making records
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 to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' cord
And him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With 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 like 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, aiyyo cut this 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 name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo