Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

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

[Verse 1:
Lately I been like there ain't no one as ill as I
I make the music, then I made that shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you could say me name is
all these rappers just became part of my repertoire
Doggy, I'm a python, never compare
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 like I'm withdrawing from pills
And everywhere I go the on me like I'm Sid Crosby
I got more Heat that Miami, I'll 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, the gasses, the final chapter
Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are just hired assassins
A kamikaze with a gun, wasted
Smoking dust naked in a pickup truck
go

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

[Verse 2: Webby]
I don't (nope)
I be in a lab on a date
fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, pass like a relay
since I used 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 actually rhyme
It's autopilot, sitting back in
When I get a Grammy I'ma only credit the
we been working too hard to share the credit with God
Shit's a hell of a job, spit flows and dominance
Pro novelist, no stopping
'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, with the water drip
Out the like I was found by archaeologists
All we do is mother body shit

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

3: Lil Windex]
Every so I get carried 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 comes over, he's like,