Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, listen to what we say
Because this of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was 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 Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch his roots, found 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)
an album out and rules for part 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 trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit and spark an idea

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

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

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of are gone
And if you talk about my little in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

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

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

Back in ninety-four opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and the whole 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 slang with blues and pluck
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks
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, shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him 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'

in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this off

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

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey!
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, the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

Grab 380's you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
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 even on my
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 just
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

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

Ha ha, now we got the industry 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 Belle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna me still
This no freestyle battle 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

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

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

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
While my sales making break
Two and a half scanned by the second 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 out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who over to country
Yo, cut this 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 he's goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,