Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack
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

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

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

Fuck niggaz you record with, I make them forefeit
Send a bomb rap fed ex 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 be holding congress meetings
visual, video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to you, ready to drop you
It's the coming of the newest hip hop

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

You chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya snot box
Throw ya 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 auction block, bidding
Highest paid, for those wack rhymes made
over rated, cut off, never reinstated

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

Full tank, with the premium raps
mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya kids from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like wearing V necks

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

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

Import from poor to riches, on doors
We across the Broklynn bridge doing 60
driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza-Genius, we live long

indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, MCs do me notta
Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your 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 half molded, so it

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