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 ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop

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

Got from retail 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 ships

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I them forefeit
Send a bomb rap fed ex ya office
Son we built and deliver, came to build 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 shop you, ready to you
the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

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

You crunchy crabs, get crumbled 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

Industrialize niggaz soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for wack rhymes made
It's rated, cut off, never reinstated

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

Full tank, with the premium raps
Mickey mouse get caught on the trap
Ya kids from Scottsdale cleanex
like Rockwell wearing V necks

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

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

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

True indeed, I hook tracks 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 gets mastered and
Ya been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya is half stale and half molded, so mold it

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