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 iller me
No one's than me
It's Mr. from the 313

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

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

I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin' rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for in tryin' 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 like canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as

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

I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates
Swifty from the 313
Like I said no one is than me

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

Last week this old man I had to
'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 I checked her pocketbook

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

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

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

Flashin' bread, roll 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 other two for my Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top

Got for jumpin' 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 shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit

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

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

nobody iller than me

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

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