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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like g's, you best this
I done made 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
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like two-face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from 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 lose they
Everything is when swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, blaaaow!

It's swifty the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

Me and and mike
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy jason
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your tvs and is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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

Nobody better test me, I don't wanna get messy
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone girl like cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in saran
Get your 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 your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
you got some fantastic 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 other two for my nigga
Never writer's block, I block
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
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 '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me 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 you shittin' socks bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from al by him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't iller than me

It's the mr. fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's eminem and 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 of potholes and trash
We'll blast...