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

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

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' down Van
Get my sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm
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, her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me on crack
Better explain where the your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
Throwin' bottles at day 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 havin' an with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside this bitch, dick
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a who they was
I'm always someone else's girl like Cool J does
They don't be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and your antacid
your motherfuckin' 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 your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious four
Flashin' in front of your face without the Grand

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run shit an ass with legs
Massive lead to your cabbage red
Similar to ass in a casket dead
spread of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic
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 that 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 top fighters
Got for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up 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 crop
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like I got
I a rocket through your optic
You still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)

nobody iller than me

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

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