Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

Pecker wood mad cause his went wood
No, respect in the hood, to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his
And said, "Heck, country rap records are good"

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me 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, come to you
You better shut your fuckin' while you oh-for-two

Back in Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the better and stole the whole show from you
your 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 never last, and is a

Aight listen so is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit 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 ain't gon' hit you back, he's

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
Cleaning the
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 you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
I keep 'em coming while you out of breath
Steady ducking I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

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

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

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
the doctor to heal your heart
They you back to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't even on my
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 stopped
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
Where's your House of Pain There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to go a round
With some killers from 7 to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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

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

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

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

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

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar
And him in cardboard, chopped 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," heart attack

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up who crossed 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 he's goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,