Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Bizarre Fuzz]

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

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill

Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters
Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get that ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "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 at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You still 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 Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't iller than me

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