Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya snot box
ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

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

Got from retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoever's starting
Got as rap soldiers, for how much 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, came to with the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the real spitta

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

Pop you, try the BDS and skins from 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, still Razah fuck it up

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

niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a block, CEO's bidding
Highest paid, for those wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, reinstated

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

Full tank, with the quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get on the trap
Ya cottonelle from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like wearing V necks

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

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

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

True indeed, I hook tracks like my
Persona, MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the
Yeah you, you your power you

Ya the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I gets 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 crack
Fuck wit the Wu, we ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop