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
to ya fury form of hip hop

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

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

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them
Send a bomb rap fed ex ya office
Son we and deliver, came to build with the Gza
Check the chorus from the Rza, the 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 coming of the newest hip hop

Pop you, try the BDS and sound skins 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 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
ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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