Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Last this old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook

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

Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell, "Everybody get out"
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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 step inside this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs

True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack 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 someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads

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

bread, roll down the window
Bitch, you got some fantastic
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 nigga
Never block, I block 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 clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit

Wherever you shop, bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick, a-y'all lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?

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

Ain't nobody iller me

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

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