Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing

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

I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin'
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 to stop the crime rate

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

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

I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates
It's Swifty the 313
Like I 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 this old man I had to blast
'Cuz he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook

Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better where 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 street is sure good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

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

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

Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch, you got some fantastic
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, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters

Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
bitch 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 crop
Sick, niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top

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

Ain't nobody iller 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 witnessed 4 ill
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast