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. from the 313...

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
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 made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too late for in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty the 313
I said no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
Drivin' down Van
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
week this 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
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back 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 iller me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' else's girl like Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than 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 a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the from past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that 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
Never writer's block, I writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my foot in 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 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 than me
It's Fuzz and from the 313

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