Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

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

I knew you was jealous the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate because Lethal left you

wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch with his roots, the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

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

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

Figure you can diss me to jump start your
I punch you in your fuckin' 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck underground buddy's nameless crew
I'ma say they names so they 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 song
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the 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 you in a lobby and I glanced at you
I ain't notice you? 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 ninety-four Limp the show for you
the crowd better and stole the whole 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 blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted 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, shit 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo this, cut this 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, your songs and the shit 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, the mic, let's fight

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, they released
Evidence, don't fuck around real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for
But Everlast 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
Call the doctor to your heart
They shocked you to life 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 stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
your 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 Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his open
Tryin' to a fuckin' 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' 'bout you pistols but it's funny to me
You never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week 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
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the out of our stereo, dilated 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 fuck? Is you
I choke Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
Yo, aiyyo cut shit off

him, that's 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 down goddamn, I
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo