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 iller than me
No one's than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313

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

Hell nah, you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
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 sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
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 bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as

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

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

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

week this old man I had to blast
'Cuz he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung 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 your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin'

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

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

Nobody better test me 'cuz I wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 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 hoes got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz

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

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

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

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

Come to abort you like a egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from 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 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 to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit

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

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

nobody iller than 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 than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

You have now witnessed 4 ill
From the home of and trash
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