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 iller me
No one's than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313

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

Hell nah, you seen a crew genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this

I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin'
While the whole world 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 you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as

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 enough to try to front and escape, how?

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

Me and Eminem and Mike, drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' 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 me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung her neck by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook

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

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
bottles at day care centers and yell, "Everybody get out"
My girl beat my ass and me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cuz she found out I was 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 one's than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' 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 fuck who was
I'm always 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 spill antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a hand

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

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

to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads

Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch, you got some legs
You can get 'til 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 other two for my Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters

Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick"
And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it"
Got clips to stop shit, shit 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 through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top

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

Ain't nobody than me

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

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