Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel you cause a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen to what we say
this type of fag claims to never be gay

I you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate because Lethal left you

Pecker mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his of the woods
Got in touch his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country rap records 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 rap's harder this
No one's trying to hear some old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit and spark an idea

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

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

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

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

You said I passed you in a and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a to do!
Like I'm to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the better and stole the whole show from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and 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, throw at him
him, spit 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

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

Aiyyo Head, why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

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

First off, fuck 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 Irish
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

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

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

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

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

Hahaha, yo this out
You faggots 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 Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

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 ain't ready to go a round
With some killers from 7 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 with his open
to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you why crackers never earned a dime

you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't never in trouble, you just 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 day?
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you up Hip-Hop

thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making break
Two and a half million scanned by the week
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear 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 gon' you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too many cheeseburgers Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
Yo, cut this 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 while he's down goddamn, I
my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo