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 than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your 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 then you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend '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
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

Swifty from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
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
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no iller than me
Bizarre Kid straight 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 this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til ass get red
You can get that ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, the other 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 counter with a mop
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

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

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