Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

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 iller me
It's mr. from the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew 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 fake, you can't 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 bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and and mike
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
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, hung her by a hook
Didn't 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 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 shot me in the 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 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 wanna get
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
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 gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill antacid
Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in saran
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' get the cops quick!
And got drop kicked, now she "stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your 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 iller me
eminem and swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
fuzz and buzz-arre from the 313

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