Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

Yeah,yeah, Bizarre Kid at you
(Bang)
Eminem and Fuzz and Mr.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me and Eminem and Mike, drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 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, hung her neck by a
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook

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

Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
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 havin' an affair with her 10-year old

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

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

Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most classic

bread, roll down the window
Bitch, you got fantastic legs
You can get that ass get red
You can get that ass get red

Bizarre, you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, 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 shit and grab hot shit

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

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

Ain't nobody than me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one's than me
It's and Swift from the 313
No one, no one's than me
It's Fuzz and from the 313

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