Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Last week old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I 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 eatin' like I
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good

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

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

Nobody better test me 'cuz I 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 like flu

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

I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

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

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

Flashin' bread, down the window
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
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top

Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
bitch 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, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick, a-y'all lookin' at me like I got tits
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 shittin' socks,
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green Al by showin' 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 Swift the 313
No one, no one's than me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

You have now witnessed 4 ill
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