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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes lickin' they
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like g's, you believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for in tryin' 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, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
is foul when swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 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 eminem and
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this 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 I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
explain where the hell your 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 boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like j does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped 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' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 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 fired for jumpin' the with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' get the cops quick!
And got drop kicked, now she "stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my 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 iller me
It's eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's and buzz-arre from the 313

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