Luyện nghe bài hát No One's Iller Than Me

Artist: f/ Swift, Bizarre & Fuzz

Yeah...ha ha ha (BANG!), Yeah, Bizarre Kid 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. Swifty the 313...

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

It's from the 313
Like I said no one is iller me, unnhh!

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
week this old man I had to blast
'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 'til I checked her pocketbook
with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this boy in his fuckin' paper route
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 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 Bizarre Kid straight the 313

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always 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
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your antacid
Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, girl and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on legs
Ask the feds from the edge
the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the
Bitch you got some legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til 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 writer's block, I writers
My block's tighter, up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up GET THE COPS QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I shoot a rocket your optic
You niggaz don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' split
Grab the green Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't iller than me

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

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