Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like rock
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

Here's something to advertise, it keep the fan satisfied
Load for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every I provide
no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

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

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

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

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

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up crack rock
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

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

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

Full tank, the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids Scottsdale cleanex
Looking Rockwell wearing V necks

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

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

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

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

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

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 form of hip hop