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 into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
your whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the world ejects 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 to stop the crime rate
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
you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is foul when swift's around, now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
steady fallin' in my face 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 late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
bottles at day care centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
she found out I was havin' an affair 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 iller me
It's kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, 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 damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face 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 ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some 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, leave the two for my nigga eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
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 this hot
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 don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from al by showin' him hot
(no one...)

Ain't 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
fuzz and buzz-arre from the 313

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