Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy crabs, get crumbled 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 fury of hip hop

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

Got requests from stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to ya artist wit
The shark, contra 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 with the Gza
the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta

Me and my street be holding congress meetings
Audio visual, video 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 from war fans
Ya whole roster can't on, one sun of man
Get ya team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

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
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack
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