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 bitch up in a zip
Spazzola to ya form of hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Industrialize niggaz soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a auction block, bidding
Highest price paid, for them wack rhymes
over rated, cut off, never reinstated

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

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

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

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

The dark gallery, million dollar
Import from poor to riches, leanin' on
We move the Brooklyn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red
The Gza, Genius, Wu tang we long

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

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