Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy 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
to ya fury form of hip hop

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

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

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

Me and my street team be holding meetings
Audio visual, video treatments internationally
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to 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 sickest out, put ya up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah fuck it up

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack
wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole 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 block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for those rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never

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

Full tank, with the premium quality
mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle from Scottsdale cleanex
like Rockwell wearing V necks

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

The microphones, the bonus, aiyo we on this
House verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, royal famous,the verbal
The dark gallery, dollar pictures

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

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

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

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