Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole crew doing

Hell nah, you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew us like G's, you best believe this

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

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

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

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

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

Last week 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 realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook

Fuckin' with the 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 eatin' like I
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good

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

No one, no one's than me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one's than me
It's Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me 'cuz I wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs

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

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

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

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

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid

to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads

Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch, you got fantastic legs
You can get 'til ass get red
You can get that 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 fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick"
And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it"
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit

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

I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks, bitch
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
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 than me
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one's than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

You have now witnessed 4 ill
From the of potholes and trash
We'll blast