Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Whitey to go fuck himself
'Cause 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 upset you, I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred Lethal 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 a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they 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 about my little girl in a again
kill you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
And the of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song
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 I'ma tell these fans the truth
The reason why you me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I 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' while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so 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, he's

Shit in five years we'll all be 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 fucked mother you fat motherfucker!

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

First off, your 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 White
So fuck you fat boy, the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

Grab 380's when you see Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
shocked you back 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 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

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

Got in his ass and now this wanna mention me still
This no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you chokin'
a stroke and now you learn why crackers 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 in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit
While my sales records break
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, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get your cut

What the fuck? Is you
I choke Ford with his fuckin' 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 your restaurant locked and your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart seizures

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