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 rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole crew subpoenas

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

I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too late for in tryin' to stop the crime rate

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

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

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

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

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 by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook

Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell, "Everybody get out"
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'Cuz she found out I was havin' an 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 iller me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

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

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

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass 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
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most threads

Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch, you got some fantastic
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 counter with a mop
bitch 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

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

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

nobody iller than me

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

You have now 4 ill emcees
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast