Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

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

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

I done made outta these non-rappin' rejects
While the 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 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' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well

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

I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates
Swifty from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me

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

Last week old man I had to blast
'Cuz he tried to 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 checked her

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

Rob this boy in his fuckin' 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
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

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

True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' 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 these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz

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

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

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

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

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

bread, roll down the window
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
I'll get him and him, 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 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 and grab this hot shit

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

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

Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one's iller me
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one's than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

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