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, then I made shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you could say me is Escobar
Killing all these just became part of my repertoire
Doggy, I'm a python, you'll compare
Y'all are feminine, it's evident I'll end your (yeah)
I put the smoke in the air tonight I'm Phil Collins
I got the shakes like I'm from pills often
And everywhere I go the sticks on me like I'm Sid
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 on is a fire hazard
So the matches, ignite the gasses, the final chapter
Merk, Windex and Chris Webby are just hired assassins
A kamikaze a loaded gun, wasted
Smoking dust in a pickup truck faded
go

[Chorus: Chris & Merkules]
Seen 'em all but they 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)
leave me be
Shut the up when you talking to me
Shut the fuck up 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 like a
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 words actually
autopilot, sitting back in recline
When I get a I'ma only credit the squad
Cause we been working too hard to share the with God
Shit's a hell of a job, flows and show dominance
Pro novelist, no stopping
Drag 'em under like a and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, Poseidon the water drip
Out the underground like I was by archaeologists
All we do is mother body shit

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

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