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 one's iller 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 keep hoes they fingers
this competition and face this meanin'
Got your crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
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 this
I done made quadrapalegics outta non-rappin rejects
While the whole world your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for 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 gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from 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 foul when Swift's around, now
dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on for stranglin' my boy Jason
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week old man I had to blast
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
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 little boy in his fuckin' paper route
bottles at day care 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 with her old niece

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

Nobody better test me, 'cause I wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that make me up like flu bugs
thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta take a
I'm at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like Cool J
probably don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your crib up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four
in front 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
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to abort you like a egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til 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, the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got drop kicked, now she "Stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
a-ya'll 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 you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

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

You have now 4 ill emcees!
From the of potholes and trash
lyrically blast...