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

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's between us, your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
Makes it too late for cops in to stop the crime rate
I'm like two-face, I'm painful to then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna an emcee yourself, you might as well
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 dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, blaaaow!

It's swifty the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and eminem and
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be my medication, it's 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
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain 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 street is sure good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care 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 old niece

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

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl cool j does
They don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
Mics get
Stab abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in saran
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in of your face without the grand masters

shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave your red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
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, the other two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' get the quick!
And got drop kicked, now she "stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz don't know 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 from al by showin' him hot
(no one...)

nobody iller than me

It's the mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's eminem and 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 of potholes and trash
We'll blast...