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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime
I'm like two-face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From shells, how I gotta bend 'em like 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 on frontin', repentin' 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 it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and and mike
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick sucked 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, hung her neck by a
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
Better explain where the hell your tvs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's than 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
Especially when I step inside this bitch, freshly
New lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi
Down a fifth, crack 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 girl like j does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the grand masters

shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a 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, roll the window
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, the other two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the 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 hot shit
you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the from al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)

nobody iller than me

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

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