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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing

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

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

I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from 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
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,

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

Me and Eminem and Mike, down Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation 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 this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook

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

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell, "Everybody get out"
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with 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 than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

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

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

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

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
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

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

Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the most threads

Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch, you got fantastic legs
You can get that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red

Bizarre, you get him and him, you get him and him
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, 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, shit and grab this hot shit

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

I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' socks,
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the from 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
Eminem and Swift from 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