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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's between us, your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
your whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no
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
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on 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 fallin' in my face like crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and and mike
down van dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
week 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 I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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

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

Slim shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic of acid heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get that 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, leave the two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some ran up screamin' get the cops quick!
And got drop kicked, now she "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 like I got
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green from al by showin' him hot
(no one...)

Ain't iller than me

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

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