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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me and Eminem and Mike, 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
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook

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

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care 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 with her 10-year old niece

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

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

True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now, I take a piss

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

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

Come to abort you like a egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the from past 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
I'll get him and him, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top

Got fired for jumpin' the counter 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 this hot

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

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

Ain't nobody 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 one's iller me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees
From the home of and trash
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