Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpoenas

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

I done quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin' rejects
the whole world ejects your 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 to stop the crime rate

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to 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 yourself, you might as well

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

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

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

Last week old man I had to blast
'Cuz he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped 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
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good

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

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

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

True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the Pepsi clubs
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
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz

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

Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads

Come to abort you like a egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the classic threads

Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch, you got fantastic 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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top

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

you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick, a-y'all niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?

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

nobody iller than me

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

You have now witnessed 4 ill
the home of potholes and trash
We'll lyrically