Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell 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 type of fag claims to never be gay

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

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

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

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 start to get scared, sit back and an idea

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

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

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
And the of House 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 crack you
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking the truth
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 you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

Back in ninety-four Limp the show for you
Rocked the 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 and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
but never last, and Everlast 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, 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

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

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your 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 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, ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you out of breath
Steady while I'm punching at your 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 with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so geeks

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

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

Hahaha, yo check 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
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and stomp your 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 one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to go a round
some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this wanna mention me still
This no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

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

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., bullets 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
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get your cut

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

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

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
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 kicking a man while down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,