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 iller me
No one is than me
It's Mr. from the 313...

I make rappers wanna into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
your shit sounds fake, you can't 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 you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better 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 this little boy in his fuckin' route
bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair her 10-year old niece

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that 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 writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab 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 through your
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

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

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