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 iller me (wha?)
No one, no one is than me
No one is iller 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 crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
That your sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate
I'm Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he 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 her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
Better explain where the hell your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's iller me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
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' Pepsi
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your crib 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
Furious four
Flashin' in of your face without the Grand Masters

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't iller than 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 than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

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