Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: f/ Swift, Bizarre & Fuzz

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Kid comin' at you
and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, ha ha

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

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

It's Swifty the 313
Like I said no one is than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
Last this old man I had to blast
he tried to help me out when 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 explain where the hell 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 boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the with a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an affair her 10-year old niece

No one, no iller than 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 don't wanna get
Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, two mugs
Before I do drugs make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' 40-bottles like the 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 that got
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll 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 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 kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Eminem and Swift the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313

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