Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: Eminem f/ Swift, & Fuzz

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid 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 rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
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 when Swift's around, vacate now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my 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 fuckin'
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' 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 that got
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
your 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 in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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
writer's block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's 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!
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast...