Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan
Load data for the disc drive, citywide
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture this track like parents

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

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

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

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

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up crack rock
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 soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes
over rated, cut off, never reinstated

I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous
Feed the MCs and be starving as hell
I the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up water, till his stomach burst

Full tank, with the premium quality
Mickey mouse get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell V necks

Ya learn from this earn from
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, for this
Extort a thousands degrees of live MCs
I ya niggaz 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, famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, dollar pictures

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

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

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

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