Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Kid comin' at you
and Fuzz and Mr. Swifty ha ha
No one's 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 they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it no secret
That shit sounds fake, you can't 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 you can tell
From these shells, how I bend '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 Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for my boy Jason
be takin' my medication, it's 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, hung her by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' I should
This wounded dog in the street is sure good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' at day care centers 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 an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight the 313
No one, no one is than me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better me, 'cause 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 drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
Mics get
your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your

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 in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters
Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic spread of acid
Come to abort you a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
writer's block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
bitch ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
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 than me
Eminem and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and from the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees!
the home of potholes and trash
We'll blast...