Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs, get up like 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

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

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

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

Me and my street team be congress meetings
Audio visual, video internationally speaking
Got scared to shop you, ready to drop you
the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

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

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

Industrialize niggaz soon as ya get in
'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes
over rated, cut off, never reinstated

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

Full tank, with the premium quality
Mickey niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya from this earn from this
Niggaz tossed and turned for this, burned 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 niggaz verse the
Ten to one, Tim's the one, famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, dollar pictures

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

True indeed, I hook tracks my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me
King the great, came to evaporate the fake
you, you know your power you

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

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