Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

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 iller me
It's Mr. Swifty the 313...

I make rappers wanna into singers
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the rate
I'm Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose bowels
Everything is foul when around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is iller 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
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to 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 I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain 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 street is lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an with her 10-year old niece

No one, no iller than me
It's Kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is than me
Bizarre Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like J does
They probably don't be anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
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 slapped in a van wrapped in Saran
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in of your face without the Grand Masters

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
to abort you like a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, 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 two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop
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 bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't nobody iller 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 than me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313

You now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of and trash
We'll blast...