Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: Eminem f/ Swift, Bizarre &

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Kid comin' at you
and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha

No one's than me (wha?)
No one, no one is than me
No one is iller me
It's Mr. Swifty the 313...

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is foul when Swift's around, now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's iller me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get
Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most threads
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Eminem and Swift the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

You have now 4 ill emcees!
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast...