Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself
'Cause cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag 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 better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate 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, the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap 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)
Puts an album out and 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 this
No one's 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 an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump your career
I punch you in fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's crew
I'ma say they names 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 in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

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

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

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the for you
the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your 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 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, throw at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him 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 gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo this, cut this shit 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!

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 Muslim but you White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

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

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

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

380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
They you back to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

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

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

faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it
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? There's only one of you
You a petty coward, you ain't to steady go a round
With some from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you 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 whale

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your drop
my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second
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 up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

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