Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck
'Cause it's cruel 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 the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went
No, in the hood, fled 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 guitar up and he a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

Figure you can diss me to jump start your
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your kicks in gear
(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 of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a again
kill you
(I'ma you)

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

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

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

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

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

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
him, spit on him, treat 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 just to do it, 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 be bussin' tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

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

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
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 but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, 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
ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots 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
Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

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

Got in his ass and now this faggot mention me still
This ain't no freestyle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you why crackers never earned a dime

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

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

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

I'm Detroit's 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 to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
With parts, I stomped on his heart

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

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