Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

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

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

Fuck them niggaz you with, I make them forefeit
a bomb rap fed ex into ya office
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 speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to you
the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

Pop you, try the BDS and skins from war fans
Ya roster 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 gonna it up

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

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

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

Full tank, with the premium raps
mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from cleanex
Looking like Rockwell V necks

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

The microphones, collect the bonus, we on this
House niggaz the homeless
Ten to one, Tim's the one, famous,the verbal painless
The gallery, million dollar pictures

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

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

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

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack
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