Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I to this to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's when you cause a bad heart conditioning
I create, cause that's my mission
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, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad his record went wood
No, in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
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 Rock and Limp Bizkit come out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock harder this year
No trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aight listen so this is we ask of our fans
(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
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at
And he'll be tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo this, cut this shit off

Head, that's 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 your songs and the 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, 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 while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at chest, you need to rest

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

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

Grab 380's when you see Shady
Call the doctor to heal heart
shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check out
You ain't even on my level
I'ma let 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 Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass they watch

Ha ha, now we got the industry making fun of you Erik
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 getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing but it's funny to me
You never been 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?
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week shit drop
While my sales making records
Two and a half million scanned by the second
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, dilated you
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
get choked up and yoked up
All you underground get your throats cut

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey 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 while you watch
Keep restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack

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