Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause 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 to never be gay

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

Pecker wood mad cause his went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
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 rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere

the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old in a chair
on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark 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 underground buddy's crew
Like I'ma say they names so 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 again
kill you
(I'ma you)

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 again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

Yo attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
And tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you me first and I answered you

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now 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 see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, 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 ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

Shit in five years all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut shit 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, your 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 White
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't on my level
let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

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

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while 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 ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

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

you suck 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 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 about country, you up Hip-Hop

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in
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
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground get your throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
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 kicking a man while down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo