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 one's than me (wha?)
No one no one is iller me
No one is than me
It's Mr. from the 313...

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

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

Nobody better test me, 'cause I wanna get messy
Especially I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu
True thugs, unshaven 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 at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl Cool J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they 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 and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand
Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock 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 a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)
Ain't nobody than me

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