Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, that's my mission
So, listen close to we say
Because this 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 wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country rap records are good"

So he the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo attack to stroke 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 lobby and I 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 your fuckin' mouth 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 in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you and mix slang with blues and pluck 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 ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, 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'

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

Head, that's 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, fuck your songs and the you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

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

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole 'til it stops
Call the cops, 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 petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol 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 sales records break
Two and a million scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Ave., where bullets tear 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 gon' you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground get your throats cut

the fuck? Is you stupid?
I Whitey 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 mother while you watch
Keep restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac
You a, "Black Jesus," attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up who crossed over 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 believe in kicking a man he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo