Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop

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

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

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

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

Pop you, try the BDS and sound skins 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 chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole box
ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

Industrialize niggaz change as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, CEO's
Highest paid, for those wack rhymes made
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 raps
mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya kids from Scottsdale cleanex
like Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya learn from this earn 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
niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, dollar pictures

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

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

Ya recognize the voice, that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit mastered and promoted
Ya just demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and 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
to ya fury form of hip hop