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

I make rappers turn into singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew 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 these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no
That your sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to 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 canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "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 than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes 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 they asses and blew buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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, leave the other two for my Eminem
writer's block, I block 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 drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop 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 have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the 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 Swift the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313

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