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
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 even liked by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

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

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
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 of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

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

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

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

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

Back in ninety-four Limp the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show you
Took your motherfucking DJ and him too
So, you fall in a 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 Kisser to get in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight so this is what 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, 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, he's

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

Head, that's why I fucked 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, let's

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

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

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

Grab 380's when you see Slim
the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
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 heart just stopped
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 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 only one of you
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle

Got in his ass and now this wanna mention me still
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 motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
'bout you packing pistols 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
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the your shit drop
While my sales making records
Two and a half million 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 out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

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