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 than me
No one is iller me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna into singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
your shit sounds 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 route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
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 old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair 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
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside 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 the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz
Mics get
your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got 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 block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
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 grab hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody 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
It's Fuzz and from the 313

You have now 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
We'll blast...