Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpoenas

nah, you ain't seen a crew genius
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 quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin' rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate

I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin'
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 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 like milk crates
Swifty from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me

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

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 by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 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 lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

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

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

Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch, you got some 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
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 for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick"
And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it"
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit

you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick, a-y'all niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still don't know the top

I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you socks, bitch
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' 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 iller me
It's Eminem and Swift the 313
No one, no one's iller me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees
the home of potholes and trash
We'll lyrically