Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

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

[Verse 1:
Lately I been feeling there ain't no one as ill as I
First I make the music, then I that shit an enterprise
is dope money, you could say me name is Escobar
Killing all these rappers just became part of my
Doggy, I'm a python, you'll never
Y'all are feminine, it's evident end your career (yeah)
I put the smoke in the air tonight like I'm Phil
I got the shakes I'm withdrawing from pills often
And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid
I got more Heat Miami, I'll fucking Chris Bosh 'em
I'm psychopathic, I'm doing acid and backwards
Every that I'm rapping on is a fire hazard
So light the matches, ignite the gasses, the chapter
Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are just some assassins
A kamikaze a loaded gun, wasted
Smoking dust naked in a pickup faded
go

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

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

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

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