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 to ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury of hip hop

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

Got from retail stores, for my appearance
First we target it, then they market it, to ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoevers starting
Got as rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

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

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

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

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
to ya fury form of hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

True indeed, I hook like my seed
Persona, MCs do me notta
King Solomon the great, came to evaporate the
Yeah you, you know 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 stale and molded, so mold it

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