Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

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

I make rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
Keep it close, you beat us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics 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
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
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, 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 on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick 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 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 by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This dog in the street is sure 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 with her 10-year old niece
No one, no iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters
Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
you get him and him, Swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
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 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 in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody iller me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than 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...