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
It's Mr. Swifty the 313...

I make rappers turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
nah you ain't seen a crew 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 believe
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' 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 when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a 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 it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a
'cause she found out I was havin' an 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 Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

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

I run like an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, down 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
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga
Never writer's block, I block
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I a rocket through your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody iller me

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