Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
So, close to what we say
Because this of fag claims 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 liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you Fred 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, the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, western rap records are good"

So he picks the up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an 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 this
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit and spark an idea

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

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

Yo heart attack to stroke the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
And I'ma tell 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!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd and stole the whole show from you
Took motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you in a slump and get all emotional

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

Aight listen so is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw 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 hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
fuck 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 Irish
So fuck you fat boy, 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 you running 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 CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, fuck around with real MC's
Who ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know on for life
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
the doctor to heal your heart
They you back to life at the clinic
But you to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check 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 just stopped
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin

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

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain There's only one of you Erik
You a coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Bridge

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing 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 prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember I passed you in the lobby that day?
That was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit
While my sales records break
Two and a half million 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, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get throats cut

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

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

Too cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to
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 while he's goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo