Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

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

[Verse 1:
Lately I been 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 say me name is Escobar
Killing all these rappers just part of my repertoire
Doggy, I'm a python, never compare
Y'all are feminine, evident I'll end your career (yeah)
I put the smoke in the air like I'm Phil Collins
I got the shakes like I'm withdrawing from pills
And everywhere I go the sticks on me I'm Sid Crosby
I got more Heat that Miami, I'll fucking Bosh 'em
I'm psychopathic, I'm doing acid and driving
Every track that I'm rapping on is a hazard
So light the matches, ignite the gasses, the final
Merk, Windex and Webby are just some hired assassins
A kamikaze with a gun, wasted
Smoking naked in a pickup truck faded
go

[Chorus: Webby & Merkules]
'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing
Cause these motherfuckers not me
Yeah they seen their buzzing
Now they start something
is not likely
We need no introduction
(Motherfucker)
Better me be
Shut the fuck up when you to me
the fuck up when you talking to me

[Verse 2: Webby]
I don't (nope)
I be in a lab on a free
fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, pass like a relay
Ever since I to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and Bowser
A cold Italian and I'm out of my mind
And listen, half of the I'm so high
Can't believe my words rhyme
It's autopilot, back in recline
When I get a Grammy I'ma credit the squad
we been working too hard to share the credit with God
Shit's a of a job, spit flows and show dominance
Pro novelist, no this
Drag 'em under like a and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, with the water drip
Out the like I was found by archaeologists
All we do is mother fucking shit

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

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