Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Bizarre Fuzz]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Kid comin' at you
and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty 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 wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes they fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us G's, you best believe this
I made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your 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 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, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and they bowels
Everything is foul when Swift's around, now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
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 than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last week old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's iller me
It's Bizarre Kid from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

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

Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand
Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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, 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 a mop stick
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, Scooter '97 crop pick
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody iller me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
Eminem 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!
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast...