Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

I make wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpoenas

Hell nah, you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you beat us
your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this

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

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

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

I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas fallin' 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 late at night by a fuckin' 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
'Cuz he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook

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

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

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

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

True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 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 Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of acid

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

Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch, you got some 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 block
My block's tighter, 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, rock shit and grab hot shit

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

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

Ain't iller than me

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

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