Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'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, I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred Lethal 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, country rap records 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 of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
And I'ma tell these motherfucking 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 you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, over to you
You shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but 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, 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
He's a bitch, he gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this 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, fuck your songs and the you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

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

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

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

Grab 380's when you see 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 this out
You faggots ain't even on my
let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's House of Pain now? There's 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 Isle

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

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 all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the your shit drop
While my making records break
Two and a half scanned by the second 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, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

What the fuck? Is you
I choke Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And him in cardboard, chopped 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 Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

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