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 iller than me
It's Mr. from the 313

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole crew subpoenas

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

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

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

Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified and 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 milk
It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is iller me

Me and and Mike, drivin' down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a 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 tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook

with the white 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 wounded dog in the street is sure lookin'

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

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

better test me 'cuz I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, the crew 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 Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now, I gotta a piss

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

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

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

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

Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch, you got fantastic 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
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters

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 Scooter '97 pick
Sick, a-y'all niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?

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

You have now 4 ill emcees
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast