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 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 wanna turn into
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole 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 crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm to rappers then you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
week this old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my '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 eatin' like I
This wounded dog in the street is sure 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 shot me in the back a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair her 10-year 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 straight the 313

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and 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 in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand
Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
you get him and him, Swift 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, ante up and get your top
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll lookin' 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 you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody iller me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Eminem and Swift from 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 and trash
lyrically blast...