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

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

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
be takin' 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 old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 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 eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and 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 iller than me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

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

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til ass get red
You can get that ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

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

You have now 4 ill emcees!
From the of potholes and trash
lyrically blast...