Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this 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, that's my mission
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to 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 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, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch with his roots, found the in his blood
And said, "Heck, country rap records are good"

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

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

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

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause 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)

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

Yo heart attack to stroke from the you smoke
To the rap you wrote, fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I you

You I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you

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

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
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 sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, 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 we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit off

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

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
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 claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

Plus I you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Ford, forty and white, lethargic 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 your how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when released
Evidence, don't fuck around real MC's
Who ain't for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you know it's on for life
But might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and
Fuck me and take a heart pill, you know!

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't 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
Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's 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 Isle Bridge

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

you suck motherfucker 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 killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I 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 week your drop
While my making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second
I hit 'em up!

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

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
sixteen parts, I stomped 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' Tupac
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

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