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 singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your 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 stop it my mind state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like two-face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
you wanna 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 bowels
Everything is foul when swift's around, now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and it straight wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and and mike
Drivin' van dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy jason
Should be my medication, it's 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
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your tvs and 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 little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
Mics get
Stab abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and 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 the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit an ass with legs
lead to leave 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 feds from past the
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
you got some fantastic 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, leave the other two for my eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' get the cops quick!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz 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 have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't nobody than me

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