Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's 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 upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate because Lethal 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 in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
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 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 diss me to jump start career
I punch you in your chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground nameless crew
Like I'ma say names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter I came 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)

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

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

You said I passed you in a lobby and I at you
I ain't 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 the whole show from you
Took motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

listen so this is what 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, treat him like a hoe, 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 gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

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

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

First off, fuck your songs and the you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots ain't on my level
I'ma let D-12 on you bitch-made 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 heart
Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm ya
Drop and your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass they 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 ain't to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck you should 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 paleface killer

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., 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 to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
get choked up and yoked up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up who crossed over to country
Yo, cut this shit 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 just believe in kicking a man he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo