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

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

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

Me and Eminem and
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week 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 by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't 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 a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's iller me
It's 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 crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
They don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
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 other two for my Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some ran up screamin' 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 bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)

Ain't nobody than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's 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 of potholes and trash
lyrically blast...