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 iller me
It's mr. swifty the 313...

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
your whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm two-face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I bend 'em like route canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels
Everything is foul when swift's around, now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take '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
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last this 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 realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your tvs and is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care 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 an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no iller than me
It's kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's bizarre kid straight the 313

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl cool j does
They probably don't be anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the grand

Slim shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that 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 eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' get the quick!
And got drop kicked, now she "stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green from al by him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

It's the mr. fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's fuzz and buzz-arre the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the of potholes and trash
lyrically blast...