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

I make rappers wanna into singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
your 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 Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from 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 lose bowels
Everything is foul when Swift's around, 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 from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white 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 eatin' I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic of acid heads
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
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 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 writers
My block's tighter, up and get your 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 this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and from the 313

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