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 iller me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

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

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the 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
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack 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 takin' else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
Mics get
Stab your abdomen a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
lead to leave your 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 on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some 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 two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
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 clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
the green from 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
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

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