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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
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 linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
Everything is foul when Swift's around, now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for my boy Jason
be takin' 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
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl 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 iller me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
Down a fifth, crack 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 takin' someone girl like Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most classic
Flashin' bread, down the window
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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 other two for my Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, up and get your 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
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't 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 and Buzz-arre from the 313

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