Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Bizarre Fuzz]

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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
your whole 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 no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind
Makes it too 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 bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's from the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

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

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

Sprayed motherfuckin' crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got 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, leave the other two for my nigga
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(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 than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast...