Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

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 than me
mr. swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime
I'm like two-face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and eminem and
down van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
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 is sure lookin' 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 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
It's bizarre kid from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's bizarre kid from the 313

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna 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' like the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like j does
They probably 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
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you like a egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the most threads
bread, roll down the window
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
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' get the quick!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
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 than me
eminem and swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's fuzz and buzz-arre the 313

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