Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

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

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

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
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to the crime rate

I'm like Two-Face, I'm 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 emcee yourself, you might as

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
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?

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

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

Last week this old man I had to
'Cuz he tried to help me out 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 white boys got me back on
Better explain where the hell your TVs and is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good

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

better test me 'cuz I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu

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

I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's like Cool J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz

Mics get sandblasted, your abdomen
a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran 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 in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

I run like an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads

Come to abort you a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most classic

Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch, you got some 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
Never writer's block, I block
My tighter, ante 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, rock shit and grab hot shit

Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick, a-y'all niggaz at me like I got tits
I a rocket 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 shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by 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 iller than me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

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