Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck
'Cause cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen to what we say
this type of fag claims to never 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 and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

Pecker wood mad cause his 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)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

Figure you can diss me to start 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 they names so can be famous too

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

Yo heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
And I'ma tell these motherfucking 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 notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, over 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
Took motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix with blues and pluck strings
as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but last, and Everlast is a

listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, shit at him
him, spit 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 hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
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 Muslim but you White
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 I'm punching at your chest, you need 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 fuck

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

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
Call the to heal your heart
They you back 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 on my level
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
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin 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 making fun of you Erik
your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a
With some killers from 7 to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing 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 prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby day?
That shit was obvious you was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you up Hip-Hop

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

I'm from Pemberton Ave., where 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
get choked up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

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