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 iller me
It's Mr. from the 313

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

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

I done made quadrapalegics outta these rejects
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime 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 from gettin'
Makes you kill an emcee yourself, you might as well

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

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

Me and and Mike, drivin' 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, 9 to 10, I'm facin'

Last week old man I had to blast
'Cuz he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my '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 eatin' I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good

Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' at day care centers and yell, "Everybody get out"
My beat my ass and shot 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 iller me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

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

Mics get sandblasted, your abdomen
With a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid
Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past 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 wrapped in plastic
Get your 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 lead to leave cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads

Come to you like a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most threads

bread, roll down the window
Bitch, you got some fantastic
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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top

Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin', "Get the cops, quick"
And got kicked, now she screamin', "Stop it"
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit

Wherever you shop, bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick, a-y'all niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz don't 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 Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one)

nobody iller than me

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

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