Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
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 even better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because left you

wood mad cause 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, western rap records are good"

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

It's the start of an era, rock harder this year
No one's trying to hear 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 start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

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

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I along
And the days of House of are gone
And if you talk about my 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' answer back's a
And I'ma tell these motherfucking the truth
The reason why you me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I 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 shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp the show for you
the crowd better 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 and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music 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, 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't 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, why I fucked 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, the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
Call the 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 this out
You faggots ain't even on my
I'ma let ride 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 another attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for back

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

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Isle Bridge

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

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

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol tail, ha
Erik remember when I you in the lobby that day?
shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit
my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the 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, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we 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' 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
we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
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 believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you punk, aiyyo