Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

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

I knew you was jealous 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 wood mad cause his went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch with his roots, the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
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 Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rap's harder this year
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 an idea

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

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

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

Yo attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' back's a joke
And I'ma tell motherfucking 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
I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth you oh-for-two

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 sing and mix slang with blues and pluck
Confused as cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this 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 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, weak I rip
Whitey Ford, and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm at your chest, you need to rest

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

I let you faggots it's on for life
But might 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 doctor to heal your
They shocked you to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you 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 getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you
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 faggot wanna mention 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 learn why crackers earned a dime

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

On his way to prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
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 million scanned by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from 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, dilated you
Now you to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

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