Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart
Which I create, that's my mission
So, listen 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 liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad 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, western rap records are good"

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

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

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

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk 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 these motherfucking fans the truth
The why you dissed me first and I answered you

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

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

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

Aight listen so 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, 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's

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

Aiyyo Head, why I fucked your 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 but you Irish White
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
They 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 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 shocked him back, he had another heart
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't been 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
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now it's all country, you gave up Hip-Hop

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you
Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, cut this shit off

Fuck him, it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's 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 you fuckin' punk, aiyyo