Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

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

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

I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin' rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you 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 route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well

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

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

Me and Eminem and Mike, 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 old man I had to blast
'Cuz he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung 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 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good

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

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

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

True thugs, rugged unshaven 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 hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz

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

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

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of heads

Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
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 that 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 block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters

Got fired for jumpin' the with 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 this hot shit

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

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

Ain't nobody iller me

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

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