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 when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, close to what we say
Because this type of fag to never be gay

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

Pecker wood mad cause his record went
No, respect in the hood, to his neck of the woods
Got in with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, western rap records 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 out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a
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 you in your fuckin' chest '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 are gone
And if you talk about my girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

You a quitter, and you bitter '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)

Yo heart attack to from 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 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, come to you
You better shut your fuckin' while you oh-for-two

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

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

Aight so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop 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
a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be bussin' tables in that
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!

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

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak I rip
Ford, forty 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 around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no beef, so fuck geeks

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

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

Hahaha, yo check out
You faggots even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you ass faggots!

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

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

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you
Where's House of Pain now? 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 faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed his chest open
to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a

'Cause you suck you should learn to rhyme
'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just be me
I'm a paleface whale

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

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

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

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

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

Too many McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this 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 in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo