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
to ya fury form of hip hop

Here's to advertise, promote 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 Amish parents

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

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

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

Pop you, try the BDS and ya sound from war fans
Ya roster 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 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 niggaz change as ya get in
'em on a auction block, CEO's bidding
Highest paid, for them wack rhymes made
It's rated, cut off, never reinstated

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

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

Ya learn from this from this
Niggaz getting and turned for this, burned for this
from a thousands degrees of live 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 verbal

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

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

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

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 form of hip hop