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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to the crime rate
I'm like two-face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
you wanna kill an emcee 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 swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas fallin' in my face 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 late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation 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 to help me out when my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the 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 fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and me in the back with a 2-piece
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no iller than me
It's bizarre kid 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
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always someone else's girl like cool j does
They don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they
Mics get
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious four
in front of your face without the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from past the
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 '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 writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' get the quick!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
the green from al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't iller than me

It's the mr. fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's and swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's fuzz and buzz-arre the 313

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