Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: Eminem f/ Swift, & Fuzz

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

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

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

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
week this old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
bottles at day care centers 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 havin' an 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 than me
It's Kid straight from the 313

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
spread of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some 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
Wherever you shop bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller 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 and Buzz-arre from the 313

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