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 iller me
It's Mr. from the 313...

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

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

Me and and Mike
Drivin' down Van
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin'
Still on probation for my boy Jason
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last week this old man I had to
'cause he tried to me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, her neck by a hook
Didn't it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
Better explain the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I done 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' route
bottles at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back a 2-piece
'cause she found out I was havin' an 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 Kid straight from the 313

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get
Especially when I step inside bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at hoes that got boyfriends
Who a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' else's girl like Cool J does
They probably be packin' anyways, do they Fuzz?
We up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your
Sprayed your motherfuckin' up when I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' will get you, your girl and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in of your face without the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a dead
spread of acid heads
Come to abort you a bastard egg
trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the
Rockin' the most threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
Bitch you got fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for 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
you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 crop pick
Sick niggaz lookin' at me like I got tits
I shoot a through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top
I got bricks, lose my foot in 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. from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and Buzz-arre from the 313

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