Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

[Intro:
Yo, stomp down killers
Webby, up?
Windex, I see you
go

[Verse 1:
I been feeling like there ain't no one as ill as I
First I make the music, I made that shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you could say me is Escobar
Killing all these rappers just part of my repertoire
Doggy, I'm a python, you'll compare
are feminine, it's evident I'll end your career (yeah)
I put the smoke in the air like I'm Phil Collins
I got the like I'm withdrawing from pills often
And I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid Crosby
I got more that Miami, I'll fucking Chris Bosh 'em
I'm psychopathic, I'm doing acid and backwards
Every track I'm rapping on is a fire hazard
So light the matches, ignite the gasses, the chapter
Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are some hired assassins
A kamikaze with a loaded gun,
Smoking dust naked in a pickup faded
go

[Chorus: Chris & Merkules]
Seen 'em all but they ain't say nothing
these motherfuckers not like me
Yeah they seen their name
Now they start something
is not likely
We don't need no
(Motherfucker)
leave me be
Shut the fuck up you talking to me
the fuck up when you talking to me

[Verse 2: Webby]
I vacation (nope)
I be in a lab on a date
fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, puff pass a relay
Ever since I to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and combined
A blooded Italian and I'm out of my mind
And listen, half of the time I'm so
Can't believe my words rhyme
autopilot, sitting back in recline
When I get a Grammy I'ma credit the squad
Cause we been too hard to share the credit with God
Shit's a hell of a job, flows and show dominance
Pro novelist, no this
Drag 'em like a hippopotamus and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the drip
Out the underground like I was by archaeologists
All we do is mother fucking body

[Chorus: Chris Webby &
Seen 'em all bluffing but they say nothing
Cause these not like me
Yeah they seen their name
Now wanna start something
is not likely
We don't no introduction
(Motherfucker)
Better me be
Shut the fuck up you talking to me
Shut the up when you talking to me

[Verse 3: Lil
so often I get carried away
Yo what's motherfuckers problem, why he staring at me?
I swear to God that I'ma drop him, right there in his
And his body in the coffin, he'll get buried today
And Merk over, he's like,