Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Bizarre

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Bizarre Kid 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 singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
Bring this competition and face this
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 whole crew treat us like G's, you believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em route canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no iller than me
Bizarre 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, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the Pepsi clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's like Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your without the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some 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
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter 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 grab hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
nobody iller than me

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