Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Bizarre

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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't 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 Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's from the 313
I said no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' 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 eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece
No one, no one's iller me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

Nobody better test me, I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
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 asses and blew buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters
Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get that ass get red
You can get that 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 writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for 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 this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' 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
It's and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313
You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast...