Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller

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

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 turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole crew doing

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

I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin' rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate

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

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

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

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

Last this old man I had to blast
he tried to help 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 where the hell your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good

Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper 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
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

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

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

I'm hollerin' at these hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' else's girl like Cool J does
They probably 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
your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a hand

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

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

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

Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the classic threads

bread, roll down the window
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
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
Some 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, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick, niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?

I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' socks,
We rock shit, leave your knot split
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 than me
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one's than me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313

You have now witnessed 4 ill
From the home of potholes and
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