Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause my mission
So, close 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 you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate because Lethal left you

wood mad cause 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 picks the up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and for part of the year
Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

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

Figure you can me to jump 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 bitter 'cause I came
And the days of house of pain are
And if you talk about my little girl in a song
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 about my little girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

Yo attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking the truth
The why you dissed 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 to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' 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 DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

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

Shit in five years all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked 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 claim to be a Muslim but you Irish
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you out of breath
ducking while 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, they released
Evidence, don't fuck with real MC's
Who ready for no underground 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 with me and a heart pill, you know!

Grab when you see Slim Shady
Call the to heal your heart
They you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this 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
Whitey Ford's heart stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another attack
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this wanna mention me still
This no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers earned a dime

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

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

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

I'm Detroit's 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, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground get your throats cut

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

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

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
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 in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo