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 iller me
No iller than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpoenas

Hell nah, you seen a crew genius
whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe

I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin' rejects
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in 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, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's like Cool J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz

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

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

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of heads

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

Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch, you got some legs
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, leave the other two for my nigga
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters

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, shit and grab this hot shit

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

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

Ain't nobody iller me

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

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