Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Fury

You crunchy chump crabs get up like 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 form of hip hop

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

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

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

Me and my street be holding congress meetings
visual video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, to drop you
It's the of the newest hip hop Christ

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

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up 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

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

I be fruitful and multiply marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs and be as hell
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 niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya Cottonelle from Scottsdale cleanex
like Rockwell wearing V necks

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

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

The gallery, million dollar pictures
from poor to riches, leanin' on doors
We move across the bridge doing 60
driving, from dusk 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, came to the fake
you, you know your power U

Ya the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and
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 rock
wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box
Throw ya ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock
to ya fury form of hip hop