Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

Here's to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every word I
Without no clearance, I nurture track like Amish parents

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

them niggaz you record with, I make them forefeit
Send a rap fed ex into 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 holding congress
Audio visual, video treatments internationally
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to you
It's the 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 out, put ya posters 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
ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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