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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That shit 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 rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might 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 and drink it straight wild
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic 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 other two for my Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody 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 from the 313

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