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 than me
It's Mr. Swifty the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't 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 these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can
From shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and 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 steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'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 her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I 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 my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an with her 10-year old niece

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, I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
in front of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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 two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE 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 Scooter '97 crop
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't iller than me

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

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