Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Bizarre Fuzz]

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

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell TVs and VCRs is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' 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
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair with her old niece
No one, no one's iller me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Kid straight from the 313

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me 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 seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl Cool J does
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand pocketknife and spill your

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

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most classic
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 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, leave the other two for my Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
Grab the from 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 iller me
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
Fuzz and Buzz-arre from the 313
You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast...