Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpoenas

Hell nah, you ain't a crew genius
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you believe this

I done quadrapalegics outta these 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 state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate

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

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

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

Me and Eminem and Mike, drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
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
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook

Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good

Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' at day care centers and yell, "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cuz she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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 'cuz I wanna get messy
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs

True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now, I gotta take a piss

I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone girl like Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz

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

Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave cabbage 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 past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads

Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch, you got some legs
You can get 'til ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red

Bizarre, you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters

Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick"
And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it"
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit

Wherever you shop, bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick, a-y'all niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?

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

Ain't nobody than me

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

You have now 4 ill emcees
From the home of potholes and
lyrically blast