Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Fuzz]

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Bizarre 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 turn into singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder between us, pack your heaters
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to then you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna an emcee 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 Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!
It's from the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
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, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I been eatin' like I should
wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
bottles 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 havin' an affair 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
It's Kid straight from the 313

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

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

I run shit like an ass with
Massive lead to leave your red
Similar to your ass in a dead
Drastic spread of acid
to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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 nigga
Never block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
bitch 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, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)
nobody iller than me

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