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 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 hoes lickin' they
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked at night 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 help me out my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better 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 this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and 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 one's iller me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a who they 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 they asses and blew they
Mics get
Stab abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get that ass get red
You can get that 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 nigga
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

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

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