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 than me
No one is than me
It's mr. swifty the 313...

I make wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate
I'm like two-face, I'm painful to rappers then you can
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels
Everything is when swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and eminem and
Drivin' down van
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week this old man I had to
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
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 like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
bottles at day care centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
'cause she out I was havin' an affair 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
It's bizarre kid straight the 313

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

shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you 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 that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, the other two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up get the cops quick!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green from al by showin' him hot
(no one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

It's the mr. from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's eminem and swift the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's fuzz and from the 313

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