Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey to go fuck himself
it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause 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 you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad his record 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 western rap 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 rules for part of the
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

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

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

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

Yo attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the
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 you? Bitch, I had a to do!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over 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
your 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 sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

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

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

Aiyyo Head, why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at I got a bitch, you gay
You to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, the mic, let's fight

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

Dilated, go ask your people how I ya
With your CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, fuck around with real 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 me and take a heart pill, you know!

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots ain't even on my
I'ma let D-12 on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

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

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

'Cause you motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just be me
I'm a paleface killer

On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha
Erik remember 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 your shit drop
While my sales records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second
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 shit out of our stereo, you violated
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, cut this 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 believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo