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 than me
No one is iller me
It's Mr. Swifty the 313...

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick 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 week this old man I had to
'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 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece
No one, no one's than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

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

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up 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 Saran
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious four
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters
Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave your red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til 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
writer's block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket through your
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody iller me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller 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 of potholes and trash
We'll blast...