Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Bizarre Fuzz]

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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew us like G's, you best believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels
Everything is foul when Swift's around, now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her by a hook
Didn't realize it was my '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 been eatin' like I
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob this 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 found out I was an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no iller than me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313

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

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

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave your red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til 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, 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 drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my 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...)
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 iller me
It's Fuzz and from the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees!
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast...