Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Bizarre

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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best this
I done quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you 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 enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
Swifty from the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to 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 I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
explain where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' 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 with her old niece
No one, no iller than me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I wanna get messy
Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm takin' someone 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 with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your

Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters
Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the from past 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 that 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 tighter, ante 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 and grab this hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
nobody iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy 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 now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast...