Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

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

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

[Chorus: Chris & Merkules]
Seen 'em all but they ain't say nothing
these motherfuckers not like me
Yeah seen their name buzzing
Now they start something
is not likely
We don't no introduction
(Motherfucker)
Better me be
Shut the up when you talking to me
the fuck up when you talking 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, puff pass like a
Ever I used to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and Bowser
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
It's autopilot, sitting back in
I get a Grammy I'ma only credit the squad
Cause we been working too hard to share the credit God
a hell of a job, spit flows and show dominance
Pro novelist, no this
Drag 'em under a hippopotamus and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, with the water drip
Out the underground I was found by archaeologists
All we do is mother fucking shit

[Chorus: Chris Webby &
'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing
Cause motherfuckers not like me
Yeah they seen their name
Now they wanna start
is not likely
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
Every so often I get away
Yo this motherfuckers problem, why he staring at me?
I swear to God that I'ma drop him, right in his place
And his body in the coffin, he'll get buried today
And Merk comes over, like,