Luyện nghe bài hát STFU

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

[Verse 1:
Lately I been feeling like there no one as ill as I
First I the music, then I made that shit an enterprise
This is dope money, you could say me name is
Killing all these rappers just became part of my
Doggy, I'm a python, never compare
Y'all are feminine, it's evident I'll end career (yeah)
I put the smoke in the air like I'm Phil Collins
I got the shakes like I'm withdrawing from pills
And everywhere I go the sticks on me I'm Sid Crosby
I got Heat that Miami, I'll fucking Chris Bosh 'em
I'm psychopathic, I'm doing and driving backwards
Every that I'm rapping on is a fire hazard
So the matches, ignite the gasses, the final chapter
Merk, Windex and Webby are just some hired assassins
A kamikaze a loaded gun, wasted
Smoking dust naked in a pickup faded
go

[Chorus: Chris Webby &
'em all bluffing but they ain't say nothing
Cause these not like me
Yeah they their name buzzing
Now they wanna start
That is not
We don't need no
(Motherfucker)
Better me be
the fuck 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 free
fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, pass like a relay
Ever since I to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and combined
A cold blooded and I'm out of my mind
And listen, of the time I'm so high
Can't believe my words rhyme
It's autopilot, sitting 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, spit and show dominance
Pro novelist, no this
Drag 'em like a hippopotamus and Botswana this
Rap god is sick, Poseidon the water drip
Out the underground like I was found by
All we do is mother fucking shit

[Chorus: Chris Webby &
Seen 'em all but they ain't say nothing
Cause these motherfuckers not me
Yeah they their name buzzing
Now they wanna start
is not likely
We need no introduction
(Motherfucker)
Better me be
Shut the up when you talking to me
Shut the up when you talking to me

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