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 rappers wanna turn singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you seen 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 made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to then you can tell
From shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin'
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they
Everything is when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

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

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

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

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most classic
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 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 Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Eminem and Swift the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313
You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast...