Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

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

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

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I them forfeit
a bomb rap in Fed Ex into ya office, son we build and deliver
Came to with the Gza
[Incomprehensible] the chorus from the Rza, the real album

Me and my street team be holding meetings
Audio visual video internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to you
It's the coming of the newest hip hop

Pop you, try the BDS and ya skins from war fans
Ya whole roster take on, one Sun of Man
Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya up
Boost ya up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

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

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

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

Full tank, with the quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the
Ya Cottonelle from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell 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 melt ya niggaz down to the size of

The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo, we on
House verse the homeless
Ten to one, the one
Royal famous, the verbal

The dark gallery, million dollar
Import from poor to riches, on doors
We across the Brooklyn bridge doing 60
driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza, Genius, Wu we live long

True indeed, I hook tracks my seed
Persona, MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to the fake
you, you know your power U

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

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