Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

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 than me
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best this
I done made quadrapalegics these non-rappin rejects
While the whole ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from 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 they bowels
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 steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
down Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 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 grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and me in the back 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 Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Kid straight from the 313

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

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit get you, your girl 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 your face the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
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 Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody than me

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