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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your crew doing subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
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 whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
he tried to help 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 hell your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her 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 Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of acid
to abort you like a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a through your optic
You still don't 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 him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Eminem and Swift 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 home of potholes and
We'll blast...