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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 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' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'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 I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
bottles 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 out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

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

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 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 for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(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 Fuzz and from the 313

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