Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

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

something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the drive, ghetto citywide
Leave 'em paralyzed, they every word I provide
Without no clearance, I this track like Amish parents

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

Fuck them niggaz you record with, I 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 real spitta

Me and my street team be holding meetings
Audio video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, 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 roster cant on, one Sun of Man
Get ya team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah fuck it up

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

Industrialize niggaz soon as ya get in
Throw 'em on a block, CEO's bidding
Highest price paid, for them wack made
It's over rated, cut off, reinstated

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

Full tank, the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get on the trap
Ya Cottonelle from Scottsdale cleanex
Looking like Rockwell V necks

Ya learn from this earn from
getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of MCs
I melt ya down 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 painless

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

True indeed, I hook like my seed
Persona, MCs do me notta
Solomon the great, came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you your power U

Ya recognize the voice, it's that from the Wu
Every I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, 'cause ya sweet and sugar
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and molded, so it

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