Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Kid comin' at you
Eminem and and Mr. Swifty ha ha
No one's iller me (wha?)
No one no one is than me
No one is iller me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is foul when Swift's around, now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
Better where 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 little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's iller me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who a fuck 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 and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your

Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
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 leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
Never block, I block writers
My tighter, ante 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 drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)
Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313
You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of potholes and
We'll blast...