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 iller me
It's Mr. from the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects
While the world 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 tryin' to stop the rate
I'm Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em route canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't 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 throw up flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some legs, you can get 'til 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 two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller 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 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...