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 heart
Which I create, cause my mission
So, listen close to we say
Because this type of fag to never 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 niece 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 touch with his roots, found the redneck in his
And said, "Heck, country rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

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

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

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
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)

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

Yo heart 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 me first and I answered you

You said I you in a lobby 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, over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So, you in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music 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 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, nothin'

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

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

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

First off, fuck 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, drop the mic, fight

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

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

I let you faggots it's 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 shocked you to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

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

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

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the 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 they watch

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of 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 Belle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This ain't no battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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