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 iller me
It's mr. swifty the 313...

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

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

Me and and mike
Drivin' down van
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' 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 me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the your tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure 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 with a 2-piece
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like cool j
They don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the grand masters

shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some bitch ran up 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 at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' 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 and buzz-arre from the 313

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