Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: f/ Swift, Bizarre & Fuzz

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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my 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 by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
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
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked 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
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
bottles at day care centers and yell "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 with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, the crew 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' Pepsi
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get that 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 writer's block, I writers
My tighter, ante 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 this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green 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
It's Eminem and Swift the 313
No one, no one is than me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

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