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
Mr. Swifty from the 313...

I make rappers wanna into singers
I hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and this meanin'
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole ejects 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 to stop the crime rate
I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you as well
Be within a 25 to sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', and lose they bowels
Everything is when Swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

It's Swifty the 313
Like I 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 my boy Jason
be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Last this old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her
Fuckin' with the white got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs and 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
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
'cause she out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

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

Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't get messy
Especially I step inside 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 messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' clubs
Down a fifth, crack a six
I'm on my 8-ball, now I gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these that got boyfriends
Who gives a who they was
I'm takin' someone else's girl like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when I ran it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
Talkin' shit will get you, your and your man blasted
and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these
Furious motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face the Grand Masters

Slim Shady, ain't nobody iller me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive 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 feds from the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get that ass get red
You can get 'til ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, you get him and him
get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga Eminem
Never writer's block, I block
My tighter, ante 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 stop shit, rock shit and grab hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz Scooter '97 pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz at me like I got tits
I shoot a rocket through your
You niggaz still don't the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my in your ass
And have you shittin' bitch!
We rock shit, your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy the 313
No one, no one is than me
It's and Swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller me
It's Fuzz and from the 313

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