Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Whitey to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
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 Lethal you

Pecker wood mad his record went wood
No, in the hood, fled to his neck 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 guitar up and he a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for of the year
Then Kid Rock and 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, strummin' acoustic guitar in ear
So, you to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And your underground buddy's nameless crew
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 girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I along
And the of House of Pain 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 you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking the truth
The why you dissed me first 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 supposed to be star-struck, come to you
You better shut fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole 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 blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get in rap
Quicker but 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 sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit 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 gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
the toilets
Aiyyo this, cut this shit 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!

off, fuck your 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 White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

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

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 beef, so fuck geeks

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

Grab 380's when you see Slim
the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't even on my level
let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the are
At own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it
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 now? There's one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to go a round
With some from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a and now you learn 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 never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface whale

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

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

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we bury you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you bitches get your throats cut

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
Yo, aiyyo cut shit off

him, that's 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 he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo