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 one's iller 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 into
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew treat us like g's, you best this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like two-face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is foul swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and it straight wild
steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, blaaaow!

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

Me and eminem and
Drivin' van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy jason
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
Better where 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 fuckin' route
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step 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 scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always someone else's girl like cool j does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious four
Flashin' in of your face without the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads
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
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 block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up get the cops quick!
And got drop kicked, now she "stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
the green from al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't nobody iller me

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

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