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

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

Me and eminem and
Drivin' down van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to help me out 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' with the white boys got me back on
Better explain where the hell tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I
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 my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece

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

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

Slim shady, ain't nobody than me

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

nobody 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
It's fuzz and from the 313

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