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 right ear and ya bitch up in a zip
to ya fury form of hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Industrialize niggaz change as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, bidding
Highest price paid, for wack 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 the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, his stomach burst

tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from Scottsdale
like Rockwell wearing V necks

Ya learn this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands of live MCs
I ya niggaz 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, royal famous,the painless
The dark gallery, million dollar

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

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

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

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