Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Then Me

[Featuring Swift Bizarre

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!) Yeah Bizarre Kid 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 wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
Bring this and face this meanin'
Got your whole doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your
it close, you can't beat us
While your whole treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made outta these non-rappin rejects
While the world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my 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
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' 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 enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink 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 Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to help me out my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his 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 out I was havin' 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 iller me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I wanna get messy
when I step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
40-bottles 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 hoes got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a crafted pocketknife and spill your

Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters
Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most classic
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
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 block
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
Some ran up screamin' GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
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, lose my foot in ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)
Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Eminem and from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and from the 313
You have now 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
lyrically blast...