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

I make rappers wanna into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpoenas

nah, you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, 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 non-rappin' rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody better test me 'cuz I wanna get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs

True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, 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 fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz

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

Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
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 your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid

to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads

Flashin' bread, roll down the
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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top

Got fired for the counter 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 and grab this hot shit

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

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

Ain't iller than me

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

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