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 one's iller me (wha? )
No one, no one is iller me
No one is than me
mr. swifty from the 313...

I make wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like g's, you best this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole ejects 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 crime
I'm like two-face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em route canals
I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is foul swift's 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 iller me, unnhh!

Me and and mike
Drivin' down van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
explain where the hell your tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day 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 with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't 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, rugged unshaven scrubs
40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone girl like cool j does
They probably don't be anyways, do they fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran 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

shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with 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 got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til ass get red
You can get 'til 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 eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
bitch ran up screamin' get the cops quick!
And got drop kicked, now she "stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop
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, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green 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 than me
It's eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and buzz-arre from the 313

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