Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole doing subpoenas

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

I done quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin' rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop 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 within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is foul when Swift's around, now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?

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

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

Last week this old man I had to
'Cuz he 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 'til I checked her pocketbook

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

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

Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most classic

Flashin' bread, roll down the
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
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My tighter, ante 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 stop shit, 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 a rocket through your optic
You niggaz don't know 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)

Ain't iller than me

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

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