Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

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

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

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants 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 this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a
Sittin' on stage, strummin' guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking 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!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

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

So, now you sing and mix slang blues and pluck strings
as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal heart
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots ain't even on my
I'ma let D-12 ride on you ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart stopped
Eminem him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your 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 of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
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 should learn to
Talkin' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
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 fuck? Is you
I choke Whitey Ford with his guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his

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

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