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
to ya fury form of hip hop

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

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

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

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

Pop you, try the BDS and sound skins war fans
Ya whole roster can't 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 chump crabs, get crumbled 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 change as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, CEO's
Highest price paid, for those rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never

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

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

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

The microphones, collect the bonus, aiyo we on
niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, the one, royal famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, million pictures

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

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

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

You chump crabs, get crumbled 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 form of hip hop