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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
it close, you can't beat us
While your crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole 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 tryin' to stop the crime
I'm two-face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
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 they bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, blaaaow!

swifty from the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and and mike
Drivin' down van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
on probation for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'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 'til I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell tvs and vcrs is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "everybody get out"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back 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 straight the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's bizarre kid straight the 313

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
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 up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your antacid
Sprayed your 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 of your face without the grand masters

Slim shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some 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 two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
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 to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
Grab the from al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't nobody than me

It's the mr. from 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 from the 313

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