Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck 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 you was jealous from 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 hate Fred because left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(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, rock harder this year
No one's trying to hear fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
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 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 bitter I came along
And the days of House of Pain are
And if you talk about my little girl in a song
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

Yo heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me and I answered 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' while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the 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 blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, 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 just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't hit you back, he's nothin'

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

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

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

off, fuck your 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, drop the mic, let's

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

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

I let you know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight,
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 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't even on my level
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 him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey 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 your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, beat your ass while they watch

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

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just
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 been in trouble, you just 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?
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit
While my sales records break
Two and a half 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 up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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