Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

No one's iller 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 lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpoenas

nah, you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
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
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 tryin' to stop the rate

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

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

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

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

Last week old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when 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 white boys got me back on
Better explain where the hell your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good

Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell, "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the 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 Bizarre Kid from the 313
No one, no one's than me
It's Kid straight 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, two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs

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

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

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

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

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

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

Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most 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 block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top

Got fired for jumpin' the 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

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

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

nobody iller than me

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

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