Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

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

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

It's the start of an era, rap's harder this year
No trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell 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
I ain't notice 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

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

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
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, 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'

in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this 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 songs and the shit you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

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

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

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 to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots ain't even on my
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
Eminem him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

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

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This ain't no battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why 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 in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your drop
my sales making records break
Two and a half million by the second 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 shit out of our stereo, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you
I choke Whitey with his fuckin' guitar cord
And him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I 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 Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up who crossed over to country
Yo, cut this 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 while he's down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,