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

I make wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
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, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged 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 take a
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
in front of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
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, leave the other two for my nigga
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody than me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

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