Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

Yeah,yeah, Kid comin' at you
(Bang)
Eminem and Fuzz and Mr.

No one's iller me
(Wha?)
No one, no iller than me
No one's than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313

I rappers wanna turn into 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
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you can't us
your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this

I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin' rejects
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail
you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well

Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?

I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates
It's from the 313
I said no one is iller than me

Me and Eminem and Mike, drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10, I'm

week this old man I had to blast
'Cuz he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her

Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
bottles at day care centers and yell, "Everybody get out"
My beat my ass and shot 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
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one's than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody better test me I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs

True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now, I gotta take a piss

I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz

Mics get sandblasted, stab your
With a hand pocketknife and spill your antacid
your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a hand basket

shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of acid

Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads

Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch, you got some legs
You can get 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 jumpin' the counter with a mop
bitch ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick"
And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it"
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit

you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick, a-y'all niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still don't know the top

I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' socks,
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one)

Ain't nobody iller me

the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one's iller me
It's and Swift from the 313
No one, no one's iller me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

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From the home of potholes and
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