Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the drive, ghetto citywide
em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture track like Amish parents

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

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

Me and my street be holding congress meetings
Audio visual, treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to you
the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

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

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like 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 auction block, CEO's
Highest price paid, for those rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, reinstated

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

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

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

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

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

True indeed, I tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me
Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you your power you

Ya recognize the voice, it's nigga from the Wu
dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and half molded, so it

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
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop