Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

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

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

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to me out when 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' with the white boys got me 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 is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece
No one, no iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

Sprayed your crib up when 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 damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some ran up screamin' 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 Scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot 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 Swift the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313
You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of potholes and
We'll blast...