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

I rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't us
While your whole crew treat us G's, you best believe this
I done quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
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 rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route
I erase all trails, somethin' from gettin' 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 they
is foul when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas fallin' in my face like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

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

Me and Eminem and
Drivin' Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked at night by a fuckin' transvestite
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 by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' the white boys got me back on crack
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' 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 with her old niece

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

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
Whippin' like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack 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 Cool J
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, stomped they and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' 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 slapped in a van wrapped in plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
in front of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't iller than me

I run shit like an ass legs
lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
That trash you got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the from past the edge
the most classic 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 top fighters
Got fired for the counter with a mop stick
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
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my foot in ass
And you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)

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

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