Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go himself
'Cause it's cruel 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 from the day that I met you
I upset you, I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

Pecker wood mad cause his record wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in touch with his roots, found the in his blood
And said, "Heck, country rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he a few notes
He rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old in a chair
on stage, strummin' acoustic 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 punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck underground buddy's nameless crew
Like say they names so they can be famous too

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 in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you 'cause I came along
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)

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

You said I passed you in a lobby and I at you
Like I notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, over to you
You better your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

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

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks
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 ever see Everlast, his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, 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 ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

Shit in years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be 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
Kill Whitey!
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 fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, fight

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

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

I let you faggots know 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 when you see Shady
Call the doctor to your heart
shocked 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 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
shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass for talkin back

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 they watch

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

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

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
'bout you packing pistols 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 fuckin' prison, pistol tail, ha
Erik remember I passed you in the lobby that day?
shit 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 making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second
I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's 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
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your cut

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

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

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

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I just believe in a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song you fuckin' punk, aiyyo