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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you beat us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
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 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail
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 Swift's around, now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

Swifty from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he to help 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 I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and 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' route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot 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 iller than me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and 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 Grand

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive to leave your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
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 with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

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

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