Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart
Which I create, cause my mission
So, listen to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to be gay

I you was jealous from 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 Lethal left you

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

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He rap, or sing, but he wants 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, rap's harder this year
No one's to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump your career
I you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
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 of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
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 notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut your fuckin' 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 motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, 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 to do it, fuck it
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

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

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

First off, 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, the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming you running out of breath
Steady while 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, when they
Evidence, don't fuck around with MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks

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

Grab 380's when you see Slim
Call the doctor to heal heart
They shocked you 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
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
Eminem him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you 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, whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
shit 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
my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., bullets tear you in half
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your cut

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his 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
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
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who crossed 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 just in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo