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

I make wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
it close, you can't beat us
While your crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
Makes it too late for 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 all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
Everything is when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
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
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
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 I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand 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 dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most classic
Flashin' bread, down the window
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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
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 fuckin' split
the green from 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 than me
It's and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

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