Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Kid comin' at you
Eminem and and Mr. Swifty 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 this meanin'
Got your whole crew subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
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 help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "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 10-year old
No one, no one's iller me
It's Kid straight from 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 step inside this bitch, freshly
New Lugz, the crew 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' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass with
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, down 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 Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some 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 lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody than me

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