Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya snot box
Throw ya ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan
Load data for the disc drive, citywide
Leave em paralyzed, stolen every word I provide
no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

Got requests retail stores, for my appearance
First we it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The shark, contra hit, whoever's starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much record ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make forefeit
Send a bomb rap fed ex ya office
Son we built and deliver, came to build the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the album spitta

Me and my street be holding congress meetings
Audio visual, video internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to you
It's the coming of the hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and sound from war fans
Ya roster can't take on, one sun of man
Get ya street team, get ya out, put ya posters up
ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

You chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole box
ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop

niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, bidding
Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes
It's over rated, cut off, reinstated

I be fruitful, and with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs and be as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz
Who my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst

tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from cleanex
Looking like Rockwell V necks

Ya learn from this from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, for this
Extort from a thousands of live MCs
I melt ya down to the size of fleas

The microphones, the bonus, aiyo we on this
House verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, royal famous,the verbal
The dark gallery, dollar pictures

Import poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We across the Broklynn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from to red dawn
The Gza-Genius, Wu-tang we live

indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to the fake
Yeah you, you know power you

Ya recognize the voice, it's that nigga the Wu
Every dart I spit mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is stale and half molded, so mold it

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya snot box
Throw ya ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
to ya fury form of hip hop