Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

I knew you was jealous the day that I met you
I you, 'cause I get respect 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 cause his record wood
No, respect in the hood, to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the 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 of the year
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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
I'ma 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 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 notice 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

in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from 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 your 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 see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this 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!

First off, fuck your and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

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

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

I let you know 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!

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

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, beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
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 killers from 7 Mile to the Belle Isle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me
I'm a paleface whale

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

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

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

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
Yo, aiyyo cut 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 a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo