Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

Here's something to advertise, promote it the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture track like Amish parents

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

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

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

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

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
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, bidding
Highest paid, for those wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never

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

Full tank, the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get on the trap
Ya cottonelle from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell wearing V

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

The microphones, collect the bonus, we on this
niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, royal famous,the verbal
The gallery, million dollar pictures

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

True indeed, I hook like my seed
Persona, MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the
Yeah you, you your power you

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

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