Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

[Intro:
Yo, stomp down killers
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 made shit an enterprise
is dope money, you could say me name is Escobar
Killing all these rappers just part of my repertoire
Doggy, I'm a python, you'll never
Y'all are feminine, it's evident I'll end your (yeah)
I put the smoke in the air tonight like I'm Collins
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 acid and driving backwards
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 some hired assassins
A with a loaded gun, wasted
dust naked in a pickup truck faded
go

[Chorus: Webby & Merkules]
Seen 'em all bluffing but they ain't say
Cause motherfuckers not like me
Yeah they seen name buzzing
Now they wanna start
That is not
We don't no introduction
(Motherfucker)
leave me be
Shut the up when you talking to me
the fuck 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, puff pass a relay
Ever since I used to say phat, a P-H
and Bowser combined
A blooded Italian and I'm out of my mind
And listen, of the time I'm so high
Can't my words actually rhyme
It's autopilot, sitting back in
When I get a Grammy I'ma credit the squad
we been working too hard to share the credit with God
Shit's a hell of a job, spit and show dominance
Pro novelist, no this
Drag 'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana
Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the drip
Out the underground like I was found by
All we do is mother body shit

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

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