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 than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole crew subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no
That your shit sounds fake, you stop 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 erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you 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
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
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 me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece

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

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven 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 that got
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's like Cool J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
Mics get
your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got 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
I'll get him and him, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody than me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the of potholes and trash
lyrically blast...