Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up 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

Here's something to advertise, it keep the fan satisfied
data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave 'em paralyzed, they every word I provide
no clearance, I nurture this track like Amish parents

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

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

Me and my team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to you, ready to drop you
the coming of the newest hip hop Christ

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

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

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

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

tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya Cottonelle kids Scottsdale cleanex
like Rockwell wearing V necks

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

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

The dark gallery, million dollar
Import from to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the Brooklyn doing 60
Illegal driving, from to red dawn
The Gza, Genius, Wu we live long

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

Ya recognize the voice, it's that from the Wu
dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and 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 bustin' ya whole box
ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop