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 than me
No one is iller me
It's Mr. Swifty the 313...

I make rappers wanna into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers 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 emcee yourself, you might as
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
he tried 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 I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

No one, no iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid 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, freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes 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, stomped they asses and blew they
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious four
in front of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass with
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of acid
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most classic
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got 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 two for my nigga Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green 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 iller me
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313

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