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 than me
It's Mr. from the 313...

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
whoever's between us, pack 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
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too 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 gotta bend 'em like 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
is foul 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 fallin' in my face like 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 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 neck by a
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
bottles 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 out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's than me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313
No one, no one is than me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy 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 hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
Mics get
your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your

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

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the 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 nigga
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody than me

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