Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up 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

Here's something to advertise, promote it the fan satisfied
Load data for the drive, ghetto citywide
Leave 'em paralyzed, they stolen word I provide
Without no clearance, I nurture track 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, whoevers shit
Got as rap soldiers, for how much this record ships

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

Me and my street team be holding congress
Audio video treatments internationally 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 from war fans
Ya whole cant take on, one Sun of Man
Get ya street team, get ya out, put ya posters up
ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up

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

Industrialize change soon as ya get in
'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for them wack rhymes
It's over rated, cut off, never

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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