Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

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

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

I done made quadrapalegics these 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 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 canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
Makes you kill an emcee 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 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 steady fallin' in my face like milk
It's from the 313
Like I said no one is iller me

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

Last week old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook

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

Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day 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 an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

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

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open 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 fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's like Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz

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

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

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

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

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

bread, roll down the window
Bitch, you got some fantastic
You can get that 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 nigga
Never writer's block, I block
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 shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit

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

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

Ain't iller than me

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

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