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
It's mr. swifty the 313...

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
this competition 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 can't us
While your whole crew treat us like g's, you believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate
I'm like two-face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you 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 when swift's around, vacate now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and and mike
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
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 old lady, hung her neck by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
Better explain where the your tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's than me
It's 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 get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
I do drugs that make me throw 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 hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in of your face without the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from past the
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down 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, the other two for my nigga eminem
writer's block, I block 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 to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the from al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't iller than me

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

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