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
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop

something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen word I provide
no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

Got requests from 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 this record

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

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

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

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
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, reinstated

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

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

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

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

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

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 been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar 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 ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip
to ya fury form of hip hop