Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: Eminem f/ Swift, Bizarre &

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid at you
and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha

No iller than me (wha?)
No one, no one is iller me
No one is than me
It's Mr. from the 313...

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew us like G's, you best believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the 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 the crime rate
I'm Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em 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 sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', 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 'gnac and drink it straight
steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "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
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
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 niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' 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 than me
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313

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