Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

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

[Verse 1:
I been feeling like there ain't no one as ill as I
First I make the music, I made that shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you say me name is Escobar
Killing all these just became part of my repertoire
Doggy, I'm a python, you'll never
Y'all are feminine, it's evident I'll end career (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 on me like I'm Sid Crosby
I got more Heat that Miami, fucking Chris Bosh 'em
I'm psychopathic, I'm doing acid and driving
Every track I'm rapping on is a fire hazard
So light the matches, the gasses, the final chapter
Merk, Windex and Webby are just some hired assassins
A kamikaze with a loaded gun,
Smoking naked in a pickup truck faded
go

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

[Verse 2: Webby]
I vacation (nope)
I be in a lab on a free
fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, puff pass a relay
Ever I used to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and 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
autopilot, sitting back in recline
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 flows and show
Pro novelist, no this
'em under like a hippopotamus and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, Poseidon with the drip
Out the like I was found by archaeologists
All we do is mother fucking shit

[Chorus: Webby & Merkules]
Seen 'em all but they ain't say nothing
these motherfuckers not like me
Yeah they seen their buzzing
Now they wanna start
is not likely
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 I get carried away
Yo what's motherfuckers problem, why he staring at me?
I swear to God that I'ma drop him, right in his place
And toss his in the coffin, he'll get buried today
And Merk comes over, like,