Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

No iller than me
(Wha?)
No one, no iller than me
No iller than me
It's Mr. Swifty the 313

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpoenas

Hell nah, you 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
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too late for cops in to stop the crime rate

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

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

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

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

Last week this old man I had to
'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 'til I her pocketbook

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

Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day centers 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 affair with her old niece

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

Nobody better test me I don't 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 throw up flu bugs

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

I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a who they 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 they asses and blew they

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

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

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads

Come to you like a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
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, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters

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 to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit

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

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

Ain't nobody iller me

the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313
No one, no iller than me
Eminem and Swift 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 of potholes and trash
lyrically blast