Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Yeah...ha ha ha (bang!), yeah, bizarre kid at you
and fuzz, and mr. swifty, ha ha

No iller than me (wha? )
No one, no one is iller me
No one is iller me
It's mr. swifty the 313...

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

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

Me and and mike
Drivin' down van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
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 street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
bottles 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 affair her 10-year old niece

No one, no iller than me
It's bizarre kid 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 I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the 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 gives a fuck who was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
in front of your face without the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit like an ass legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some bitch ran up get the cops quick!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit
Wherever you bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green from al by showin' him hot
(no one...)

Ain't nobody than me

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

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