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 cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, listen close to we say
this 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 liked by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
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 wants to do
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for of the year
Then Kid and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's to hear some 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 your career
I punch you in your chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be too

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

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

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I 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

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

Aight listen so 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, 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 to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

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

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

Plus I punch you in the chest, hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass
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, they released
Evidence, fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck

I let you faggots know on for life
But Everlast die tonight, haha
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

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

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

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

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a punch, but you just chokin'
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 funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

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

thousand copies, the week your shit 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 tear you in
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you
Get the shit out of our stereo, 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 fuck? Is you
I Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And him in cardboard, chopped 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 motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
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 in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo