Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Whitey to go fuck himself
it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, that's my mission
So, listen to what we say
Because type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day 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 Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad his record went wood
No, in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, western 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 for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a
Sittin' on stage, strummin' guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back 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 names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
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)

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

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

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

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the show 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 and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, 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 years all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
fuck 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!

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

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

Dilated, go ask your how I leave ya
With your three CD's, sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks

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

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart it stops
Call the cops, I'ma 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 petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Isle Bridge

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 stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in
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 choked up and up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
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 just believe in kicking a man while down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo