Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Whitey to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag to never be gay

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

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

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

It's the start of an era, rock rap's 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 back and an idea

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

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
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 bitter 'cause I came
And the of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk my little 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 fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me 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!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

Back in Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole 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 with blues and strings
as fuck cause now your music 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 see Everlast, whoop 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 gon' hit you back, he's

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

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked 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
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, fight

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let D-12 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

Ha ha, now we got the industry 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 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you 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 that
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 sales making records
Two and a half million scanned by the week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you
Get the out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get your cut

What the fuck? Is you
I choke Whitey Ford with his guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
With sixteen parts, I on his heart

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
Yo, cut this shit 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 in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo