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

I make rappers wanna turn into
I keep hoes lickin' fingers
Bring this competition and face this
Got whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, your heaters
Keep it close, you beat us
While whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin
While the whole world ejects 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 Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
I all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an yourself, you might 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 enough to try to front and escape,
I'm gonna take 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my like milk crates, BLAAAOW!

Swifty from the 313
Like I no one is iller than me, unnhh!

Me and and Mike
down Van Dyke
Get my dick late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for my boy Jason
Should be my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
week this old man I had to blast
'cause he to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on
Better where the hell your TVs and VCRs is at
I lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should
This wounded dog in the street is lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper
Throwin' at day care centers and yell "EVERYBODY GET OUT"!
My girl beat my ass and me in the back with a 2-piece
she found out I was havin' an affair with her 10-year 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 straight the 313

Nobody test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I inside this bitch, dick freshly
New Lugz, give the hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy
40-bottles like the fuckin' Pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now I gotta a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got
Who gives a fuck who was
I'm always takin' someone else's like Cool J does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do Fuzz?
We walked up, they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up I ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a
shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by fantastic
four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the Masters

Shady, ain't nobody iller than me

I run like an ass with legs
Massive to leave your cabbage red
to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic of acid heads
Come to you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you on plastic legs
Ask the feds past the edge
Rockin' the classic threads
Flashin' bread, down the window
you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that 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 other two for my Eminem
Never block, I block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top
Got fired for jumpin' the counter a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' GET THE QUICK!
And got kicked, now she screamin' "Stop it..."
Got to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, Fuzz '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me I got tits
I shoot a rocket through optic
You niggaz still know the top pick?
I got bricks, my foot in your ass
And have you socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave fuckin' knot split
the green from Al by showin' him hot grits
(No one...)

Ain't 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
It's Fuzz and Buzz-arre the 313

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